The heavenly sent,
Free spirited bird landed in my nest like a wind. Its body motion keeps screaming in my ears like footsteps. It’s wet and slippery skin was in consortium with its body language, triggering my mind to forget all the daughters of pharaoh and jezebel.
The little bird is a dream in my life, a honey comb that feeds in good time, making my bottomless pit full and still craving for its food. Its angel like voice keeps echoing in my mind, as I hear it calling my name where the sky meets the sea.
At the point of congruency, far from a distance where love part ways with death, I will always dine at the table of its sweetest devotion, radiating from its undivided devotion, at the very base of its undivided attention.
This love like fire, is sparkling in my brain like a volcano. It pitches my heart like a quadratic equation. Like boiling water my intestines cannot be counseled, and am swimming in its fire without burning.
Its castle is as strong as of tortoise, like a dove the little bird is a text of peace. Love is a battlefield, as strong as death, till eternity forever the little bird is my playlist.
The little bird is like a pot maker, busy amending my broken heart. It’s a shining star with eyes sparkling like diamond. In wonderland whenever I went astray, the little bird is a ribbon stretching across my desert.
Constantly love you little bird.
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