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Lovers’ Flight
Two birds glide in a cool, cloudy sky.
One is white; the other, black,
But never mind: They don’t fight.
They dream, sing, float together,
Both ready to love.
Soon they’ll pull out of their bond
Once on dreary land. They’ll quarrel
And tear each other’s wings,
Both knowing the flight is over.
One is white; the other, black,
But never mind: They don’t fight.
They dream, sing, float together,
Both ready to love.
Soon they’ll pull out of their bond
Once on dreary land. They’ll quarrel
And tear each other’s wings,
Both knowing the flight is over.
Published 1st Mar 2012
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1st Mar 2012 9:55am
although it has a sad little ending it leaves me a sense of sweet melancholy; knowing that these little birds were once together.
keep it up.
keep it up.
1st Mar 2012 10:04am
thanks for liking it, i only try to be as simple and realistic as i can whatever i write.
2nd Mar 2012 00:18am
Imo, the best types of poetry contain more than the surface value of the story. While yours does indeed fit that criteria, its length leaves something to be desired.
