Jan 172026
| I’m a blooming, bouncing beginning A name not bound to only one meaning Somewhere I fall prey to time and gravity The other alternating the ups and downs for eternity The last needs no ladder to rise above its original captivity To poets, a life cycle is brought To pilots a lifeline/lifesaver, they resort To needy throats surely a life-support Rumpelstiltskin I am not But a bouquet for you who got me sort |
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