I flapped my arms like a flamingo.
But I realized and found.
There are no wing feathers like a fledged?
My dear benefactor!
Why did you fling me into this vast sky to flee in vain?
Not giving me an address or an addressee?
Nimal......beautiful and wryly loving....wondering and chuckling.....how well they blend...... Love, D..
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Poignant, fatalistic, and somehow rather touching. An original mind is definately at work here. Warm regards, Sandra