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Gentile Icarus

Noted Nest

Updated: Oct 3, 2024

By Mukesh Choudhry



A lonesome dove,

She flies in the night.

No one sees her,

No one hears her lonely cries.


But yet she tries,

Through the smoke, and the lies,

To fly out to the moon,

Beyond the clouds, into the skies.


And deep into the lonesome nights,

In thoughts of a forgetful dawn,

That lonely bird, alone,

Keeps singing along,

Swinging on an unknown song.


By Mukesh Choudhry




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