When shadows of birds,
Come floating towards my nest,
Hope of your coming back to me,
Illuminates my bereaved heart.
My eyes brighten with anticipation,
Of having a delightful view of you,
I stare and search impatiently,
In every nook and corner of the blue.
Hurriedly I begin to decorate my nest,
Arrange the shattered straws,
Clean every single particle of dust,
Very eagerly with my claws.
To my utter disappointment,
The shadows disappear in moments,
Leaving me stranded and shocked,
In another indefinite wait.
True love never ends, true lover never tires in wait.
True love never ends, true lover never tires in wait.
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