The Golden eagle hovering over the paddy field,
Sky is red, sun is about to die; behind golden yield,
I often watch, this golden moment at golden time
“Eagle shifting its position thus aiming the prey, prime”
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Ah! Life and death enter woven in such a way. Yes Aftab, you are quite right. I like the profundity of your thoughts.
Sky is red, sun is about to die; - - - -how to simply paint a gorgeous picture for the reader