When dawn touches dewdrops
with her soft hues,
They try to hold hands,
To catch the silvery light
And make a dream flight
Just like the morning birds
Soaring together,
Rising to greet the pink hues
Of the sky
Murmuring the meaning
Of togetherness.
Paths of life are not straight
Flying away sounds magical
But dreams drown the boundaries.
They stand in a skeptical mood
Looking at the choices, thinking,
Is it worth it?
Who knows the dead end?
Should fears waver us?
Life flows
So do they.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration WDYS #355
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This is so touching, Balroop. You captured a magical essence with this one. 💕
I am delighted to hear that, Jan. Thank you.
I just love this! Well done so good! ❤
Thank you Carol.
Lovely, peaceful, and touching poem, Balroop! ☺️👍🕊
Thank you Aptivi.
You’re most welcome Balroop. ☺️
Beautiful pondering Balroop. 🥰
Thank you Deb 💛
I have not seen birds circle like that in ages, and this brings back the awe and amazement I feel each time I do se them like this!
I saw them recently though the flight was not so dense. Thanks for sharing your amazement, Annette.
A beautiful and touching poem Balroop. Thanks for joining in
Thank you for the inspiration, Sadje.
That was a lovely poem, Balroop!
Thank you Chris.
the first two lines are so beautiful and draw me into the poem.
Thank you so much, Denise. 🤗