My Travelling BirdA Poem by khalidshe is travelling..
My always-travelling bird
Don't you feel how much you are missed?
You never think of having some little rest?
I am dying for you landing on my wrist
So, i can get you close to my empty chest
Empty since you took my heart and left.
I miss to feel your beak, eating from my palms
I miss the feeling of your feathers on my hands
I miss to feel you between my hands
I miss your warmth.
I want to get lost between your wings
Im always looking high to the sky
Because i know, you always fly..
But i hope one day, you'd pass by..
And look down to where i lie.
© 2013 khalidAuthor's Note
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