ODE ON THE SAILOR'S GARDEN
Growing up in the sailor's garden, the chameleon faces a new dilemma; one that pierces his heart and stifles his mind. The job is not to blend in but to stand out. But the butterflies of his time are either in the professor's garden or in the banker's files. The young butterflies, though very colorful, are themselves colorblind. No body spots the chameleon. And while they beautifully flap their colorful wings, they cannot make an intelligent conversation.
.....and for the chameleon an intelligent conversation is better than sex!!
The chameleon is pensive. The vines in the sailor's garden are too thick. Perhaps it is a task of piercing through, not gliding them. The chameleon keeps wondering....
... and the sailor waits for a wind in his sails
... the chameleon in the sailor's garden
... the butterflies in the chameleon's eyes!
Growing up in the sailor's garden, the chameleon faces a new dilemma; one that pierces his heart and stifles his mind. The job is not to blend in but to stand out. But the butterflies of his time are either in the professor's garden or in the banker's files. The young butterflies, though very colorful, are themselves colorblind. No body spots the chameleon. And while they beautifully flap their colorful wings, they cannot make an intelligent conversation.
.....and for the chameleon an intelligent conversation is better than sex!!
The chameleon is pensive. The vines in the sailor's garden are too thick. Perhaps it is a task of piercing through, not gliding them. The chameleon keeps wondering....
... and the sailor waits for a wind in his sails
... the chameleon in the sailor's garden
... the butterflies in the chameleon's eyes!
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