Singing Love Birds

Birds we are,

high in the sky,

soaring and disjoint,

seperated by the sun,

who stands glorious amidst the clouds.

 

Our love is lost,

we wait and watch,

hoping for when the sea shall rekindle binding memories,

so we can fly once again to her heart wherein our love was born,

that we may mend our broken cord,

and become singing love birds once again.

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