We are average people waiting for someone to hear the lyrics in our heart
even the sea seems to reflect the dejection in my eyes.. suddenly a little bird sits on my windowsill craning its neck as if to catch my eye.. Hopping.. Skipping.. Chirping.. Fluttering its wings.. Compelling.. cajoling a reflective smile
and this time I wrote a poem to him
and this time I realized
maybe somewhere i'd been remiss
to reciprocate in kind
it's fun to dream with your eyes open
reality is always more beautiful
than any dream
because you don't wake up
to any rude awakenings
'cause reality and the dream
are entwined irrevocably...
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