Longing this setting sun in its orange yellow hue reveals something magical yet forlorn birds tired after the days hardwork fly to rest at peace in their nests but some birds fly to and fro not knowing where to go the nests they built are empty and nobody except longing stays there they keep flying in the dark sky lost in its unforgiving agony they keep falling and then flying again thats written in their destiny there is no home there is no peace.... #longing #mywritings #mythoughts #love #life #poetry #farhaN
