Far away Flamingos
<p>Winter cold sets in as I crawl closer<br />
to the mud, felt piercing to the bone<br />
Splinters and twigs tore the fabric<br />
All disappeared, I am alone.</p>
<p>A calmness, eerie one sets in<br />
Even though my heart was racing<br />
My palm pressed and gripped<br />
Camera, watching them closer, pacing.</p>
<p>Pinks and reds floating as flock,<br />
Each moving as elegant as a fine dancer. It<br />
sinks in that I may never experience<br />
Something in my life that's of more grace.</p>
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