Monday 7 April 2008
The amber sun is setting on me.
And the summer winds bring warmth.
As my wing bobs on the kind thermal.
Time stands still.
The past fades into oblivion.
And the future is now.
I breathe again.
My lungs are charmed.
They know this is not the usual.
And moist eyes.
They tell me.
Son, we call them Miracles in the Wind.
Posted by Anuj at 12:13 PM