The black silhouette of a bird merges with the black mountains.
What transpires thither I know not. Whether the bird plunged to its death or to mountain's embrace, the story I know not.
All that I know is the pink and orange glowing Sun comes out every morning in all its glory from the point where the black bird got killed or was united with its purpose.
When the luminence comes it wipes out of existence the story of Yesterday's dull evening.
And again life is beautiful.
Beautiful write ups from people pull words out of hearts long forgotten corridors, lighting them and making them accessible again
This time it was a post by Ramesh sir
http://rameshsood.blogspot.in/2016/01/life-is-beautiful.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+ALittleMoreThanOrdinary+(A+Little+More+Than+Ordinary..)&m=1
What transpires thither I know not. Whether the bird plunged to its death or to mountain's embrace, the story I know not.
All that I know is the pink and orange glowing Sun comes out every morning in all its glory from the point where the black bird got killed or was united with its purpose.
When the luminence comes it wipes out of existence the story of Yesterday's dull evening.
And again life is beautiful.
Beautiful write ups from people pull words out of hearts long forgotten corridors, lighting them and making them accessible again
This time it was a post by Ramesh sir
http://rameshsood.blogspot.in/2016/01/life-is-beautiful.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+ALittleMoreThanOrdinary+(A+Little+More+Than+Ordinary..)&m=1
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