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He stands awkwardly Barefoot on snow-packed sheets After shuffling side to side Beside his penguin bride Across thick panes of ice, Against the blowing snow... Hesitates... Suddenly he dives. Wings spreading now, He flies, awareness full The sense of skimming beneath Deep waves, unsinkable, The call to move gracefully at will Pulls the penguin down to dive Through thick ice holes He lives as though immortal: No fear of sinking Of freezing nor of dying... Only the ecstasy of flying. Floating above sea-graves deep; Flying below the thinness of air, This visitor to depths of blue, Creature of air and light, Escapes the wind and cold above To fly in water.
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Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 9:24 PM UTC
Penguin's Flight
He stands awkwardly Barefoot on snow-packed sheets After shuffling side to side Beside his penguin bride Across thick panes of ice, Against the blowing snow... Hesitates... Suddenly he dives. Wings spreading now, He flies, awareness full The sense of skimming beneath Deep waves, unsinkable, The call to move gracefully at will Pulls the penguin down to dive Through thick ice holes He lives as though immortal: No fear of sinking Of freezing nor of dying... Only the ecstasy of flying. Floating above sea-graves deep; Flying below the thinness of air, This visitor to depths of blue, Creature of air and light, Escapes the wind and cold above To fly in water.
No clumsiness in his own element...
don-bouchard
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don-bouchard
66/M/American
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 9:24 PM UTC
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