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Feb 2019
I could see his breath flying awayΒ Β 
just like my little bird at home
I have nurtured it with all the love I could
But it flew to the sky never to return
Although I knew I couldn'tΒ Β imprison it forever
but A part of me is still empty for its departure.
Written by
prosaic poetess
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