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Fusty Little Twig
Contributed by
Franco
on
Monday, 27th November 2017 @ 06:23:39 AM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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Fusty Little Twig
Into a pretty petite pool, we jumped; birds of the same quill giggling and splattering sprays of water, an innocent battle of ecstasy.
Like light cotton candy rolls, melted seasons cascading yonder behind the dark mysterious mountains of years, so changed shades of the feather beyond recognition!
Priorities of lives, reason to smile turned mortal so devious as one held possession of an old common fusty little twig in the pool, pet prideful priceless possession for few, willing to humiliate and kill even! Petite pool no more pretty, but a murky poignant, pitiful pool of tragic tainted season of life.
Nevertheless, sat a wise old-timer up on the branch, went tweeting otherwise As the saying goes; He said; Doomed are those who shall revere thy proud possession as god - but GOD Himself; may it be a fusty little twig on earth
Ho! Whatever said the foolish bird in the pool and held on to its proud possession as god. FRANCO
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Franco
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2017-11-27 06:23:39] (Date/Time posted on
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