A Beautiful Perspective
Flying birds never sing the blues
Blue skies never tell secrets
Heard while flying birds
Passing by like the winds
Whisper that humans are odd creatures
Cast upon mischief’s missions
Wearied they sit and entertain the blues
As if life has but grey hues
Yet myriad colours fly without flaws
On masterful jolly-jollies
Sleepwalking through seasons
Enfolded in fickle glories
Copyright © Trinity Chasara | Year Posted 2018
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