Looking at the fading crowd,she smiled ruefully,
Once again she had to remind herself,she had no place called home..
But the whole world is my home,she tried to tell herself..
Again the tear tried to come down,tried to touch the cheeks,yet she tried her best to not show..
Next day,next hour,next minute,she cannot she..
Yet she dared to call the whole world her home..
Will you be there,waiting for me this time,or again you would not come..
Telling me some reasons,like you had work,or you have someone else in your life,
She asked her heart,hoping for an answer..
Yet her heart was silent and she was as blind as before..
Still she dared,to stand infront of that door,that had been shut on her face..
And read the signs,that dogs and her were not allowed..
Still she stood,watching him from afar,daring to knock..
For he is her heartbeat..

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The destroyed me...
PoetryJust some words,if it heals someone,helps someone in hard time,then words have value..