Broken

Morning met me
Cool and calm
Birds passed me,
And I
Outstretched my arms,
And from this branch
I flapped my arms.
So here I am,
Broken,
Fallen, laughed at
Poor creature that I am
I cannot fly .



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2023-02-06 at 08:33

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