Heavenly Abode Lost

Heavenly Abode Lost

The restless weather curses me,
Why not fly back to your nest thee;
There where you always belonged,
Where thy heart longed.

The Lady waiting on the streets in those eager evenings,

Those roads are lost in the new beginnings.

Why then thy soul cries to return home,

The heavenly abode, my last dome.

The restless weather curses me,
Why not fly back to your nest thee;
There where you always belonged,
Where thy heart longed.

Priyanka Mishra Copyright Reserved@123/2014

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