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Albatross Cristine M. DiMario [mpdsmom@yahoo.com] Why shant I go against fierce sky? Through albatross vein, Why shant I fly? Sir sun need not shatter cherished need, Nor gusty winds, Shall halt this deed, Tis be all in vain, to release harsh pain? Onto barren, weathered sky? I am albatross, I wish to fly! Torrential rain impress me not, Nor defeat tranquility sought, Like a confederate, I risk the slaying, By black storm clouds of biting rain, Why shant I go against fierce sky? I am albatross, why shant I fly? |
Poem © 2003 Cristine M. DiMario, all rights reserved
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