A wounded bird away from its flocks,
On a snowy night right by the dock,
Broken wings, unsure dreams,
Your eyes like beads, of brownish hue,
I found you shivering without a clue.
And without a thought, right or not,
I had offered you a home;
A temporary stay, a guest anyway
You were meant to leave one day.
Yet my heart fluttered like my leaves,
My branches danced, petals showered romance
I hopelessly fell in love with you.
You sang in the springs.
Danced in the rain,
Let the autumn fall make a cosy bed.
And then your migratory friends arrived,
It was time for you to leave me behind.
A story of the past, adventurous and not to last.
You flew away to your flocks.
© Suranya
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