Sometimes, but
not nearly enough,
I listen to the sound
of birds chirping outside
my window, singing
the song of a new day.
Other times I sit with
them, and watch as the
sky bleeds with color,
painting it in shades of
orange and red.
I think my favorite part
is watching as it darkens,
lulling the world back to
sleep. Mainly because it is
then I spot the thousands
of stars dotting it, a
beautiful sight, indeed.
- E.A
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Bits and pieces
कविताJust a few bits and pieces of poetry I've written over the years.
