She is like the detached feather of a bird,
Drifting in the breezy sun-glitter laden air,
alone yet confidently standing out from the crowd,
Wild yet calm,there are no boundaries set,
She is Beautiful yet unnoticed,
She never complains about it though,
For she cares least for the judgemental world,
She is pretty to look at but she's out of your reach,
You may try to cage her but she'll escape.
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Poetry[Highest rating :- #50] "His sweet succulent scent was so deeply sunken in my skin, Like the ink of poems absorbed by the pale paper. " ................................................... A collection of Random self-written poems, Both short and lo...
