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The fly on my table

There was a fly on my table
Next to my hand and my lamp- old,
It seemed to me, so feeble. The fly would take
Flight into the luminescent bowl; so high,
And for a time so beautiful, like a spark
Above the flame.  But then he fell, on his back
Struggling for the world to right itself.
All his struggles are like this, made in vanity,
His cause vain despite its beauty.  I see
Myself in the fly, struggling always for the light
But being darker for the fall.
I help the fly back to his rightful place, and watch
With respect and admiration raw as he flis
Back into the sun.

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There was this fly on my table. I wrote about it.

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  • PrabhuDayal Khattar gold member
    January 26, 2008

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    I help the fly back to his rightful place, and watch
    With respect and admiration raw as he flis
    Back into the sun.


    hey I love the musical and intersting description you stated here..touching the story of the creatture..I love this piece..thanks for sharing...