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Jun 2014
Two busy birds
that takes to the sky at dawn
the nest was a space
we kept somewhere in our hearts,
for a time too long.
Who did what to make it
a reality concrete
when we built it at last,
neither I remember
nor she. At the end we find
we two are the nest;
from there everything begins,
we stand losing in
each other's eyes and realize.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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