The smoky trail ebbs away
Clouds inked in black and white
Split the sky in many faces
Cars run on dire wheels
Home always at crossroads
Uncertainity
A Blind Bird
There's no sky, just stars.
The smoky trail ebbs away
Clouds inked in black and white
Split the sky in many faces
Cars run on dire wheels
Home always at crossroads
A Blind Bird 
Witty and insightful! This relates with life’s uncertainties. No one knows what is in store in the satchel of time.
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Yes, precisely. What’s around the corner remains unknown until we reach there. 🙂
Thank you for always reading and the commenting, you’re precious to me! 🙂
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My Pleasure! You write beautifully and it deserves appreciation. You are precious too. 🙂
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❤
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Beautiful! I especially like the line about home being at the crossroads. =)
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Thanks you! I’m glad you liked it. ❤
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Again, I love the way in which you craft your poems; especially, “Split the sky in many faces.” You create crisp, vivid images for your readers. Lovely!
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Oh, thank you for saying that. I feel humbled. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
Have a great Sunday. 🙂
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You’re quite welcome! Enjoy your day as well!
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I love the last line
“Home always at crossroads”
Beautiful as always! Have a nice Sunday 🙂
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Thank you! I love that you loved it! Have a great week ahead. Take care! 🙂
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Clouds do seem dipped in ink sometimes, don’t they!
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They do, very much so!
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This is very, very touching and so gently written. Wow!
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Aw, I am so happy you thought so. Thank you so much! 🙂
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