Short No String Attached Poems

Days are like cotton candies,
 Passing swiftly. 
 Nothing to relish for a longer time.
 Blue, green and pink colors,
 The taste does not get older, only melts away.

“I could remember the bird.
 We were making fun of the bird,
 Playing with it.
 We let the bird fly away, 
 With a string attached to one of its leg; 
 It did not make it.”

 Eastern Sky will bring another day
 A new dawn, a new blessing
 Prayer rug, book of supplication
 and a new hope for a return of a pigeon....

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