The Play
There's a bird in its flow
There's an arrow on the bow,
There's an orange dipped in the sea
There's a white waiting to glow,
There's one with friends too many
There's one devoid of a foe,
There's the laughter in the bricks
There are glasses cracked with woes,
There's lightness at the head of the candle
There's darkness at its toes,
There's an audience watching the play
Unaware, they're part of the show..
-Tejpal,robin
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