No bird
without flight—you said, I believed. Your
warm touch, entwined fingers assured me that a migratory bird found its solace.
In the shadow of your interlaced breathes, I sensed the depth of love, a whole
universe of dreams.
Two unexplored
paths were going to collide and starting a nameless journey.
I'm not aware of any word, you pronounced but my name in your voice was enough—that echo in your eyes introduced me to golden sunlit meadows that urged for belonging.
We are meant to be one—What if we symbolized as two different planets? I'm not aware of any word, you pronounced but my name in your voice was enough—that echo in your eyes introduced me to golden sunlit meadows that urged for belonging.