The Little bird with red feathers ..Love messenger

In the silence of night .. when the wind got wild .. the feather of this bird came turned and twisted , to fall down on my feet..

red was the color , like the  red of its beak with light speckles of grey all over it.. 

can it be the bird which flew all through the alps to finally die in the lap of it’s lover , 

can it be the prey for the predator which lurked for it  in the river ,

can it be the light of hope for the little ones , it shed it’s feather to bring them a new home ..

with the thoughts of it’s Little life with a heavy heart and blurred eyes, i kept the feather beside my pillow ….

to finally wake up to see it chirping and singing , 

 for it brought  with it ,the message from my lover .. painting the world with sweet love over and over with its little speckled red feather .. ❤ ❤  

About namrataTanmay

home is where my Heart is .. :)

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