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Migratory Birds

In the flat plateaus across the tall mountains,

a mythical land with blistering fountains

adorns like a jewel known as Valley of Hope

A fabled basin where the birds of north elopes

The gentle wizard of autumn transforms colors

of the leaves into hues of pinks, and yellows

Knowing well that the change is the divine law,

and the autumn’s magic spell is without a flaw.

On the pilgrimage heavenly birds who falls

like Icarus, rests in golden shrines and calls

the withered leaves and petals to surrender

on the little graves on the way to holy voyage.

A land abundant with imperial orchids so royal

brimming with lovely Magnolias and flamboyant

Bougainvillea’s, here migratory birds make homes

away from winter’s wrath in cozy Mangrove wombs.

  

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36 thoughts

  1. Life is a migratory bird and each day, it flies into new destinies. For the new exploration.
    Ma’am you have written very beautiful poem. I loved it very much😊😊

    • Very true my friend, life indeed is like a migratory bird. Thanks a lot for your kind input and sharing with us. I truly appreciate it!

  2. Such a vivid imagery you have painted with your words and the land hold hope for healing and rest for the dying souls. Just like Shangri la.You have the talent of making the reader get lost in your magical words.

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