If I am a song
and you are a bird
How I long for just
one word,
To make you the one.
scared with tears
of hunger
of fear
crave for a smile
a hand to hold
a wish to be
like the other-half of the world
when i see you
the childhood in you
i look and try to find
the child
has no childhood inside its kind.
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