Love Is A Sparrow.

Ice Arrojado Basit
Sep 5, 2018 · 1 min read

Poem by Ice Arrojado Basit.

Image by Rod Long on Unsplash
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Her name flew from someone else’s lips and it did not land on my ears,
so her gaze met with the caller from my rear, past the invisible me.

To me she’s a face with no name, but in my dreams a face will linger.
To her I’m both nameless and faceless; just a corner-of-the-eye stranger.

I wonder if she rests on this branch of town quite often
— perhaps I could add a leaf to this tea shop tale or a dozen.

But ah, life’s pages are like leaves that either flourish or wilt;
some dreams last as evergreens do, some are easily fallen.

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