Sombreira poetry
Thursday, February 18, 2016
drowning
drowning
Drowning
A fledgling flew,
alas, wings to small and weak
it landed in a puddle
and quickly drowned.
Tiny tot too dies easily
in ponds
lakes
rivers
bath tubs
and in the Mediterranean Sea
only few of them
die by accident.
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