The visitor


Through the slight opening frame
A pleasant ring of melody came
With it appeared its splendid singer
Flapping feathers to leave, yet also wanting to linger.

shaky fingers reached to uncover the riddled unknown
Just to catch a glimpse of his shadow sitting all alone
wearing a heavy golden crown, like a king indeed
Out about through the horizons, my gallant goldcrest rests all freed

For those who wonder where his autumn voyage will cease
Along the eastern sand dunes, is somewhere fit to please
From here to there, like life to death in regression
Process of it might even be called Migration

On another breezy spring afternoon
Under the sky saturated in all blue
An acquainted visitor called for in a familiar melody
But this time, his stay was rather longer to keep

-nivedita

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