I see light in the flight of birds. As a waft flows through my frame of anatomy, I make a draft to show off my craft; under the pale chocolaty sky that I adore. The pale chocolaty sky bursts into inspissated spherules, on the orangish mud that is circumjacent to me. The waft brushes through my face, while my countenance blushes a crimson red! Only then it dawned upon me, that I must divulge my origin being of stardust and sandy clay; from an Unknown Land of Ancient roots. - Zainab S #Chocolaty #sky #English