Looking at the rising aeroplanes,
From the other side of the barbed wall,
Holding your hand, gently tight,
I dreamt of going around the world,
And how peaceful, it always was,
Sitting on the park chair, beside you.
From the other side of the barbed wall,
Holding your hand, gently tight,
I dreamt of going around the world,
And how peaceful, it always was,
Sitting on the park chair, beside you.
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Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
