and dreams they are, just castles in the air...
Did the Phoenix dream? Could it? Does it? Dreams of sweet nothings? Nightmares? The emerald green of paddy fields transforming to crimson walls of fire?
Wake up poet.
The times - they aren't a'changin, this world is largely fake...
26 Jun 2017
Postscript Charlie :
Overnight Charlie flew away to freedom in a new avatar
Bye Charlie! The curry leaves will be around, visit again!