We are perhaps
like the plover
who made her nest
in the rocks
too close to the river’s
edge. The water
is rising rapidly.
We never
expected loss.
We almost
forgot that we
have wings.
June 10, 2016 by Rosemerry
We are perhaps
like the plover
who made her nest
in the rocks
too close to the river’s
edge. The water
is rising rapidly.
We never
expected loss.
We almost
forgot that we
have wings.
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lovely poem
Thank you, Mukul r
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Fabulous closing line.