#14
It is snowing tonight.
The birds have gone to the cold branches to sleep.
The moon is hidden from view.
I hear Sahajiya Rasa Lila in the distance.
I am homesick.
I am the gray bird with yellow neck still pecking in the snow.
It is snowing tonight.
The birds have gone to the cold branches to sleep.
The moon is hidden from view.
I hear Sahajiya Rasa Lila in the distance.
I am homesick.
I am the gray bird with yellow neck still pecking in the snow.
asha
