The Blue Bird

The blue bird,
Grey and grizzled,
But the wings and feathers deep blue,
Golden and glistening,
Delighting the on-looker
When about to flap the wings and fly
And rise above
To fly higher and higher
And rounding and rounding
With the wind,
Glistening in the sunlight,
Circling and circling around
High above
Into the domains unreachable.

by Bijay Kant Dubey

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