Poem – A Word

O there is a word

You are to come

And take me away.
O there is a bird

Who comes to me

To see me how I am

Preparing myself

To face the time.
No word no bird

See here only the desert.

You are calling me

When I am enjoying

The dust and the dirt.
O my dear, 

Please come 

You are welcome

Just for the sake of the sun

Just for the sake of mart

And let us have a chat. 

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