Drifting clouds overhead Swept in with the breeze Unseasoned Morning showers And my freed spirit is bathed The

plucked peacock Breaks into a dance once again Not a courtship dance Just a hop, step & prance I am ugly And I don't care I do not have wings Yet I can glide I may not have The rhythm divine All I have is me And my two clumsy left feet I don't care Till the clouds stay I can prance about Like a kid! Shyam 10 April 2012

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