The birds flew through that steadily creating material of the day break, as though their wings were fine plumes, drawing such light tints. Those wings in that sky turned into the shades I had always wanted and at whatever point I required a memory.

Stock photo: The birds flew through that steadily creating material of the day break, as though their wings were fine plumes, drawing such light tints. Those wings in that sky turned into the shades I had always wanted and at whatever point I required a memory. was taken by leninhari .