For the first time in my life,
I felt a minute to stop a bit,
With my heart to death, and-
Giving life to my hair to stand.
And could that shivered me a lot,
As I sat along with my –
Heart. With my mind stunned
And a moment in my dream world
I saw a bird flying upward down,
And an endless song through out me.
With words as cool as snow, and
With a sight that energies me too hard,
An angel walked in a path of flowers
Not in the heaven but through my heart…
------------ A sonnet by Prijith(Artistic wRiter)
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