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I was writing you a poem
when,
like nestling -
not yet ready for flight
the words, incomplete, flew.

I picture that piece of paper
landing gently on a lap,
the words "I love you"
staring into eyes needing
And with tears dripping,
they bless the wind I cursed.

Thank you for reading this piece. Hope you have a wonderful day 😊

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