It was evening. Sun was to set in the west. I was in my kitchen, but listening the busy city. I thought to have a cup of tea and relax. The evening sky was turning gold, the drifting hopes. Time was jumping towrds blurry darkness.Two birds I saw flying from west to east, perhaps returning to their nest.
changing images
shades never blocks
a fly to home.
~sarojini
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