Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
(William Blake)
There are a few flaws, but I wanted to share it anyway since it's winter and I'll have to wait 4 or 5 months to get another chance of catching such reddish eyes again.
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Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts. I appreciate it.
Kind regards,
Suzana