Our eyes met, atop the fifth floor
We exchanged a glance of pain
I could not comprehend it more
As she came, she flew again
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I think of home and silently cry Her home was an impossible find These lines show your masterliness shan
aweeeeeeee such a sad beautiful write................well penned
the poet and the pigeon are blended in an identical bond.though it is believed birds soar high and know not what cares is.nice poem,
An amazing poem written in a delicate and gracious style..A write from the depth of your soul..Thanks for sharing and best wishes! A.