Stray Pigeons In A Secret Meeting On My Window Sill Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Stray Pigeons In A Secret Meeting On My Window Sill
I hear their cooing
And an older one whispers something seriously;
'This poor Bookworm reads all the day
And I realized that he is in insufficient funds.
If I could help him definitely I'll try to dropp him a golden nugget.'
Afterward I checked their dropping eagerly but nothing found.
Still it's a dilemma what I heard whether in a dream or reality?
There is only a fine line between dreams and reality. This is a poignant reminder, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
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4/24/2024 2:26:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is terribly sweet, Nimal. Your pigeons' whisperings and your lean bank balance. Bitter/sweet perhaps? Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥