When you make a home
On the hills or by the sea,
Will you also have the favourite white fence?
And for once miss me?
When you sit on a tuesday afternoon
Under a distant bohemian tree,
Will you notice the clouds floating by?
And for once miss me?
As I will
Miss you everyday,
When you are spared, full
And happy far away.
- Abhishikta
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