Clarisse Austria Poems

There was a man I knew since I was in Highschool. I met him with peculiar hobby or should I call it temporary obsession.

He began his fascination with the gentle cooing of pigeons. I remembered how proud he was when he had shown me a bird loft he crafted with his own hands, pouring his heart and soul into each meticulous detail. Soon, he found himself immersed in the world of pigeon racing. He dreamt of being the best pigeon breeder in town.
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I remember oh so well,
A tale too clear, like a bell.
Replaying scenes of your goodbyes
A never-ending loop of lies
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When the day was young, time flowed like a lullaby,
With my father's warm hand intertwined in mine,
A pot of steamed rice I swung by his side.
The water wandered, whispering as we trail the river bank.
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Teardrops from the sky,
The rhythm of raindrops, a melancholy lullaby.
I feel the gravity on this space
In the waiting shed, I find my solace place.
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I wish upon the star,
You and I collide
I wish upon the star,
Meet my eye, read my mind
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I believed I was fine,
But in silence, tears escape from my melancholic eyes.
I'm drowning in the stream filled with too much sadness,
That's when I know I'm never really fine.
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Loving you painfully,
Why'd depart so suddenly?
Lingering to the memories of a person you were once,
Nostalgic of our first dance.
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I was never fine since I left that funeral
Each day carries the weight of sorrow
Life, never the same anymore
Deprived of chances, a bittersweet memorial
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I wish upon the star,
You and I collide
I wish upon the star,
Meet my eye, read my mind
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A little child wonders in awe,
At the hues of pinkish orange in the sky,
Setting on the mountain range,
Not only the rice fields grow in gold,
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