Vermillion red and a streak of gold, A beautiful head and a tail made of coal. The bird sang happily before, But now it has lost the will to soar. The open sky, The clouds passing by, It no more calls to him as beauty and blithe. Afore he would dream about the stars, The moon and the horizon so far. The world full of colors and happiness spread wide. Now everything seems to have a gray and dusty coat, He breathes but feels dead and empty inside, It’s strange how circumstances change, The trees are still green, yet nothing’s the same. The sad little birdie, He doesn’t sing anymore, If you pass by his nest, All you will hear is the water trickling by the shore.
Thank you all for the kind comments! They not only make my day but also assure me that my work is being appreciated, and therefore I should keep going… ☺❤
Beautifully written Keya,I am amazed with your command on language. Keep it up love!❤
Too Good Keya, Keep it up Bachcha 😘
Very well written keya. Keep going girl. Wish u luck👍
Well written Keya..You have a great potential.keep it up.
Amazing Keya…..loved the way you described it….your command on language and selection of words. Keep it up kiddo. Keep writing. 👌👏
Beautifully penned… Please keep writing:)
Thank you all for the kind comments! They not only make my day but also assure me that my work is being appreciated, and therefore I should keep going… ☺❤
Very well written.Great going keya.. Keep writing
Wonderful words, full of deep meaning. Keep it up Keya..