Its twilight
Withstand to hands of darkness
All the way its merriment
To reach the habitat briskly
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Way of life is unbiased always Craft of diversion is creator's side There the offender is inane always An invader is a hermit therein! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! What a poem! Thoughtful and truthful.
This is a good poem very insightful with last stanza of lines beautifully composed.....it's all about a tiny soul rushing toward its habitat at twilight hour when feet coming upon it knowingly or accidentally makes the treader to feel humble and submissive..........very well composed......I liked it