Monday, 15 April 2013

Fly, my birdie , fly away,
if you really want to. 
I can not stop you 
nor want to cage you. 
You came to me 
from the heavens above
and gave me some moments of joy.
With all those fond memories
of togetherness, I now set you free.
If you return again 
to wake me up on a fine morning , 
be my guest and call me .
I will wait for you.

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