House by shape, Home by touch
Midst of wide sea; lies a sailing boat
Stood someone; a ray stands on a line, way
No destination; Anonymous niche
inside a sealed bottle thrown
To the sea, shielded
From sharpened arrow-like words
No worries, she was a master at hiding
Inner whispers, 'O fly my little bird'
Offered but earned none
Easy to ease me the visible shape
Yet, ne'er the concealed shade
Midst of desert, deserted
Blanket-like layers in the sky
Found me in the blink of an eye
Taught to seek alone
Ought to be this way
Brought alone, stand-lone
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