Her soul came flying in another body and sat on the branch her nest was. There started their long saga of love and togetherness.
It is a wet night like that. Cold and dark, threatening night.
Her soul flew up from the other body and rose up, to where heaven was. There started the long saga of her pain.
And I, a silent witness. I wish the birdie peace.
4 comments:
the words r very powerful nd the lines r touching the heart of readers... gud work
:) thanks..
I thought it was just mediocre. Thanks for planting doubts.
Very well written.It is a great post.
thanks a lot chowlaji. :)
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