Treasure Island

indira babbellapati

(visakhapatnam, india)

of wings and thoughts

birds have wings
humans have thoughts
either knows pain
either knows joy
not to think of dangers
involved in flying with
wings and thoughts!

Submitted: Sunday, June 17, 2012
Edited: Sunday, June 17, 2012
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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (6/17/2012 12:44:00 AM)

    Ah! Just like ole' times....Just saw Doc Celes on the new poems line...and now you...I've decided after a 2.5 year absence, to give PH one last go... Enjoyed your piece...I have posted quite a few over the past week, here...however, the new breed of members here, don't seem interested in reading or commenting...either that, or, PERHAPS I'M WASTING MY TIME HERE, ONCE AGAIN! ! ! Good to see you online, here on PH...~FjR~ (Report) Reply

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