we met like two birds landing on a wire

and chattered with our chirping sounds that sing

at distance where no flights could we conspire

though thoughts of love nests set our ******* on fire

like humans holding tight to form a ring

that laid upon the face of earth's attire

so far that only light-boxes could bring

at distance where no flights could we conspire

yet caught by love like wings snagged in a brier

two lovebirds sought to ease loneliness's sting

we met like two birds landing on a wire

and dreamed since then of hatchlings we could sire

with eggshells cracking at the scent of Spring

at distance where no flights could we conspire

above the clouds now dreams have floated higher

and soaring past the heavens there do sing

we met like two birds landing on a wire

at distance where no flights could we conspire

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