The numberless little back-birds run
Where the horizon kisses the setting sun.
Sitting on broken staircase, melancholy mind
Flies back to somewhere past that was blind.
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Beautiful piece of poetry well conceived and elegantly embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Lovely work of art. Thanks for sharing Rajat.
Thank you very much.....I am elated.....@Chinedu Dike