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Wings struck in the cement

In the midst of detritus ,rubbles and silt, dirth powder flaring along the wind, lashings of cement neath the tin, were drawn two fingerprints. A red cap moved from pillar to post , Jumping and squeaking among log woods, Streaching his arms and bending his limbs , Twirling his lips to make sounds of air wings. Quick he ran from place to place, Came down instant moving with some pace, ran from the door towards window pane, Forming a real superjet plane. "Don't you disturb run from here" said his mother daunting him with fear, straight he went towards the fields near, sat down crouching and shed a tear. "Crash down my dreams,resolve my fate, Labour like dad , carry family trade No pen and diary , no future plane Your absurd wisdom mom , will possess only a minage". "She sent me to dad to help him then, Again excited i got viewing a book and a pen, Daily wages he scribbled unclear of words himself, Quickly I wiped all thoughts and intent, Knowledge is not acknowledged by my kin itself".

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 3/5/2016 7:55:00 AM
Anytime
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Date: 2/22/2016 1:55:00 PM
Prerna, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA
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Prerna Sharma
Date: 2/23/2016 7:26:00 AM
Thank u so much :)
Date: 12/31/2015 11:01:00 PM
Prena, enjoyed reading your tonight. Hope to see you active this coming year. Goodbye, 2015 --- Hello 2016. God Bless. SKAT
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Prerna Sharma
Date: 2/23/2016 7:25:00 AM
Thank u so much :)