Sometimes I wish I was a bird, so I could fly high above the sky, touching peaks that I only dream of;
and perching on her balcony, so I could see her at my leisure,
the non answered calls and the ignored messages wouldnt be so much of a bother today.
For my eyes would be quenched from the thirst of her absence, to hear her solemn voice,
so sweet and gentle,
to admire her view as long as I desired.
Until darkness falls and she draws the curtains.
That’s how love works sometimes ..
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