Pitch-black--then dawn with just a click.
The day is lit, and friendship roused.
Messages, beyond the window, drift
like clouds, white and grey and blue.
I missed you.
Though words arrive for certain, meaning
may not. Like the old, faithful pigeon,
sometimes lost,
far it has to fly, from sky to sky.
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Another gorgeous read, Kieran I am a woman who believes in more than a sweet text or wasaap but I guess it depends from which sky I'm at in that time. This is beautiful. đšI guess no matter how the words arrive it's the simplicity of their beauty especially on love.
Thank you so much, Teddy đ
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