Homing Pigeon Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Homing Pigeon

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I have already forgotten my untidy homework and the kind beautiful spinster teacher definitely excuse me and waits,
That I am sure like the sunset.
Here I cannot concentrate and do fill in the blanks and the corrections properly.
I trim my sails so that the wind will catch them full and heads for home wards beyond the horizon.
I let loose the torn pages of my precious scrapbook.
And do you believe my dear friend?
Not only the birds, horses and elephants too fly in the nostalgic sky.
My dazzling thoughts are eager to wrap the homespun and sleep well on the broken antique couch in the darkness.

*[Everything on earth has its own time and its own season.Ecclesiastes 3: 1(CEV) ]

I let go this scribble from my cozy new billet towards the west Virginian sky and to my humble poet/teacher friend Max.Reif

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alison Cassidy 19 March 2008

A perfectly crafted snapshot of bitter sweet boyhood memories. Splendid penning, Nimal. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Sandra Fowler 08 March 2008

Beautiful and nostalgic. Vintage Nimal Dunuhinga indeed. Ten for your eloquence as always. Warm regards, Sandra

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