In the wind chill,
A broken-wing lavish bird
Crash-land to my wistful world
and begged for a shelter.
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Flying is what birds were born to do. It is an instinct with them they have no choice, but I am sure the little bird will remember the orchard keeper's kindness and choose to come back for a visit now and then. Lovely poem, Nimal. Lots of charm displayed here. Warm regards, Sandra
Now THIS si what I'm talking about. I am absolutely in love with this one.
betchya she takes off soaring! i'm just running out & glad i caught this one, Nim. good read.
I hope that you have the abillity to take flight...in words and in person Love duncan