Crawling, defiantly too its last breath;
parched with sunstroke, and rust jawed lethargy
the proud fly clings, to a refurbished ledge
and straggled arid plains of the cherry red desk
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Surviving the savage stage is very amazing. Crawling up to its last breath allows mind to think more. Death brings sorrow and provokes thought. The last embers of a victory remain in memory. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned...10
You have made the fly's desperate movements to save his life a heroic adventure of epic proportions! Yes, even a fly wants not to die an ignoble death unattended! The struggle of the fly in the parched atmosphere 'swimming the edge of infinity' is remarkably and powerfully rendered, like the heroic struggle of a soldier fighting to his last breath for his country! Great write... Top marks!