A melophile,
In a balcony swing,
Swinging rhythmically,
Soul stuffed with music,
Heart stuffed with pain,
Whispering Godspeed to the birds
passing by,
Naked eyes towards the welkin,
Pupils unable to bare the suns glare,
Shrinking, while tears runneth over,
Still scrutinizing for some poetic lines.
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