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Beyond the world of ignorance

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Summer Ducks

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A pack of them take off,

flew over the blue skies.

I saw them building up

geometric lines that nobody

else can follow.

 

They drove into infinity,

so my naked eyes can’t see them beyond.

They might be scared of the lifeless winter

when the snow chills their throats;

stabs their pounding hearts.

 

The thousands of miles they wander

finally reaches their homes

they may shed their cold tears,

or flutter their warm wings in joy

to feel the greens of mountains.

 

I admire the innocence they

occupy in their eyes and loudly quacks.

Every time I opened the balcony doors

they flew briskly towards me

expecting the joy of meals.

 

Here I stand behind the closed doors,

emotionless, hoping they will come next year

on a warm summer evening;

quaking desperately, letting me

know, how hungry they are!

 

 

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Winter Blues

 

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Along the roadsides,

trees were shivering with

branches holding heap of snowflakes;

they were pilling up,

stacking each other on top.

The branches began to drop down,

as they were touching the grounds.

Tree hollow was buried under,

cluster of  ice crystals,

a cuckoo chick extended her brittle beaks,

and letting her fellow ones that,

how horrible the weather is!

On the messy roads,

cars struggled to move,

but continued on a slow pace.

Those parked cars almost,

looked like snow huts,

ready to be occupied.

The wiper blades were already

raised to both sides but,

snow was hard on it.

Kids were building their snowman,

giggling and pretending to be his friend.

Teens and adults walking around,

with their snow shovels,

but can’t see their face and hands,

they were covered with furry garments.

Can hear their snow boots,

smashing the slushy piles of snow.

At a far distance,

they resembled busy penguins,

wearing black and white jackets.

but, did they really enjoyed the snow?

Everything was dull and cold,

made it hard to see the dead ends.

But, nature is restless,

she heals us and herself.

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