Come on
The Dove was watching the nest silently,
Where his former lover was living?
He left her in the young age
To
Fulfill his desire of flying high and high in the sky,
Now he is old and alone
like a flag of a ship in the vast sea.
Now he has no love,
no attachment,
and no will has left is his life
Except one
Which is a call
“Come on”
“Come on”
Will he get it or not
I don’t know
But I realize that
There must one attempt
to patch up the distance
Between two former lover otherwise
they will die like a thirsty bird in the dessert.
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