- Memories
- Brown puppy
- Japanese eyes
- Yearn for you
- Flowers
- Poetry
- Chasing a butterfly
- Give me more
- Drugs
- Warm hand
- Tuck tuck
- Conversation
- Nocturnal voice
- Stars
- Vulnerable
- Clock
- Clock
- Room
- Shore
- Bitter
- Manual
- You
- Dimples
- Plastic
- Woman
- Albatros Victor
- Ghosts
- Eternity
- Games
- Sunlight
- Laughter
- Cigarette
- Realiti questions
- Unlovable
- Whisky
- Night flowers
- Eaglet Katalea
- Pyjamas
- Oh
- Sleep
- Whisky
- Unlovable
- Autumn
- Lonely corner
- T,J,H
The albatross ‘victor’
Gets up in the morning
And does wing-exercising;
Rain is not stopping him this morning;
He has done it repeatedly,
On rainy and sunny days;
He flaps his big wings against the strong winds,
Hops in the air
And falls back on the ground;
Flaps his big white wings another time
And hops back to the ground;
The albatross has a clear set goal in his head;
He aims at learning to fly;
One day he knows, he will roar up in the sky
Like his friends and parents;
With his big and powerful arms
He will explore
The skies;








I love birds lovely poetess they are so smart I love that you wrote about one ❤️
Very descriptive. I like the hope that carries even through the attempts. Well done.
Cleverly penned, Amethyste. Another excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian