More non-verse-sence !

Black text, grey cloudy messages,
foretelling the future;
like little birds flying away into the skies,
and fast disappearing into the horizon.

letters and thoughts unexpressed,
from feelings and experiences
felt and vicarious, prejudices all alike
appearing, asking again and again,
"can you not see it?"

And there at the break of the dawn,
smelling the awakening air,
in that stillness, I reach out
towards what is yet to come.
can you also feel it?

A tingling in your head, a twitching muscle,
a destiny, a long path ahead,
turning, twisting, as it may like,
courage and strength with you, on your side.

(c) Deapesh

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