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- A bird is known,
- Throughout the streets and skies of towns,
- That constitute my busy mind, and how,
- Her presence lives within and never leaves; unknown,
- To all inhabitants that neighbour East and West and South,
- But reasoning for this is present in my thoughts I must avow,
- Of how abrosial winds blew in to carry wings aloft,
- Past breaking head- and lamp-lights, now decanting,
- Light upon the streets; rays of warmth, her warmth, enchanting,
- Thoughts that line the concrete walkways, littered with those soft,
- Down remnants, balmy up against my cheek, through chilly gusts they end up granting,
- Tiny grins, if tine meant booming, byes a flutter in the heart of hearts, replanting,
- Seeds of hope where seeds of doubt once lay, this cycle will recycle,
- But my dove will always till the hurting crops away until the nevermore,
- Return of sadness, for she'll be within my heart and mind forevermore.
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