Oh! where are your flying wings, <br />Gone with the sweet season of springs, <br />Mornings are so dull, without your tweet, <br />Oh! Your song, your tunes so sweet, <br /> <br />Oh! where are your flying wings, <br />Bitter winter ahead, that cold that stings, <br />Noons are so heavy, without your flutter, <br />Oh! Your beauty fades away in clutter, <br /> <br />Oh! where are your flying wings, <br />Like no music with broken strings, <br />Nights are quiet, wet with tear sounds, <br />Oh! haunting winter is here, making its rounds. <br /> <br />©Prasad.N October 25th 2014 <br />All rights reserved to Prasad.N<br /><br />Prasad Natarajan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/disappearing-wings/
