I have already forgotten my untidy homework and the kind beautiful spinster teacher definitely excuse me and waits, <br />That I am sure like the sunset. <br />Here I cannot concentrate and do fill in the blanks and the corrections properly. <br />I trim my sails so that the wind will catch them full and heads for home wards beyond the horizon. <br />I let loose the torn pages of my precious scrapbook. <br />And do you believe my dear friend? <br />Not only the birds, horses and elephants too fly in the nostalgic sky. <br />My dazzling thoughts are eager to wrap the homespun and sleep well on the broken antique couch in the darkness. <br /> <br />*[Everything on earth has its own time and its own season.Ecclesiastes 3: 1(CEV) ] <br /> <br />I let go this scribble from my cozy new billet towards the west Virginian sky and to my humble poet/teacher friend Max.Reif<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homing-pigeon/
