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Feb 2016
Flowers mesmerised
by their glow aloft the tree
do have vertigo.

A flower, lowly perched,
mesmerises my grandchild, chasing...
a blue butterfly.
It is often quite windy in the quiet suburb where I live. My grandson Kunhoottan is 21 months old. We spend much time daily exploring the surroundings.
P Venugopal
Written by
P Venugopal  Trivandrum, Kerala, India
(Trivandrum, Kerala, India)   
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