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He piloted from Paris to Deauville And dreams treasured in casket I kept await for more gifts Returning and knocking the door bell 'Our child in my womb' Piloted again from Paris to Deauville The authority's calls, 'They gifted me sorry' I have fallen and dreams shackled, With voidness and droplets promising to quit Life in doubt Piloted from Paris to Deauville last time I hold you million times, Last wish 'don't go' and the heart whispers Your eyes always lied and vowed, 'Soon we see each other' What do I say now To the child in me breathing Essence of you Essence of me Bond of our blood and flesh Knot of our love Hope of yours back home He didn't piloted from Deauville to Paris to me.. Won't coming back You lied But the uniform laid next to me..

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Date: 6/28/2020 10:32:00 PM
The poem drove in the heart of the women. I felt as if I could literally see her pain and memories. Beautifully written, loved it..
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Shahnaz Islam
Date: 7/23/2020 10:26:00 PM
If ever it was an easy to drive into the beneath of the pain in the woman's heart then this poem would not have born. Thanks Pratikshya Barik.
Date: 6/2/2020 8:43:00 PM
Powerful. Shahnaz, thank you again.
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Shahnaz Islam
Date: 7/12/2020 11:56:00 PM
Douglas Brown thanks.

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