'Hey! Brother is it a crash landing on my broken runner way? '
The decaying tree whispered.
'Not exactly my dear, I too do not have strong wings to this endless sky.
Let the wind blows.
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Perfectly lovely, Nimal. Perhaps the bird and the tree will talk poetry during the long sleepless nights.. Ten, of course. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra
Two 'disabled' friends support one another. A gentle poem with a tender heart. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥