Birds of a Feather
Life of a bird that swoons high above
Singing this tune of true love
Chirping and cheeping
This Love from above
Singing among the clouds
May I take your hand and hold it
As a wing holds a dove
High above the clouds
Let anger not clip these wings
Let us soar though this wind from above
Let these clouds be light and free
Singing out our love
Sit upon this branch and nest with me
Let these eggs hatch with warmth so tenderly
Tingling inside tapping, cracking and opening
This love we have created
This child from above
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2019
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