The Breeze

Cynical eyes alienating 

a desperate bird in an

enclosure on a distant

land,inaccessible to light

or sound,the sole consort

to her little soul was

the breeze around her.

With every dawn the 

affinity brewed stronger.

The breeze consoled 

her,forgetting her 

misfortune,a new 

journey begun where

in solace the fowl 

remained in trance.

In delight the breeze

grounded her with

the abstract nectar’s

of the occult reign,

transforming her into

a unique entity,fresh,

unstirred,blissfully she 

lived a sanctified

estranged life.

Copyright@piushasingh.org

 

About Piusha

Futile writer,enjoys reading anything under sun.Still on a quest to find a new facet within me.
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