She stood beside the window, still and lone,
While evening winds carried her silent dreams;
Her thoughts wandered where the soft clouds had flown,
Across the valley washed in fading beams.
She watched the dusky meadows softly sway,
The green hills resting under twilight's grace;
A little bird then crossed her quiet way,
And brushed her hands with wings of tender lace.
It whispered secrets only hearts could know,
A language hidden far beyond the skies;
A gentle smile began its quiet glow,
From depths of soul and blossomed through her eyes.
Another bird arrived from mountains blue,
It took her love — and both the creatures flew.
Mayanglambam Merina Leimarenbi
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