Monday, November 30, 2009

Migration

I placed my hands
On the window sill
Brushed my face
The breeze so chill

Bird called Blue
In a place so new
Chirping with glee
Atop a tree

Wish I could fly
High in the sky
To new places
To see new faces

for OSI

9 More Jiggles:

Leo said...

simple thoughts..

we want to see the world when we see the birds flying so free, don't we? :)

its well expressed da!

Parv Kaushik said...

very inspiring and well written!!!

Shravan | ശ്രവണ്‍ said...

and that thus states your search for freedom :P as leo said, simple thoughts :-)
cheers.. oh btw good morning !

Amias said...

I like this! Very creative.

Sweetest in the Gale said...

This was so soft and delicate, yet the yearning was powerful. Beautiful!

Tumblewords: said...

Sweet yearnings!

SandyCarlson said...

I needed this. I can't even tell you. Thanks.

Maggie said...

Wonderful read.

I just became a follower of your blog:)

PS the Pratsie said...

wonderful :)