It's whispering time
when backs are turned and words flow
Each smile is a show
I wonder with birds,
do they chirp incessantly
we smile foolishly
We think it's their song
Love notes in the midnight air
laughing unaware
We become their toy
A mocking ground for love birds
we hang on their words
This is how we are
Spring to summer smiles for show
In the end, it snows
© Priya Patel 5/29/2015
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC
It's whispering time
when backs are turned and words flow
Each smile is a show
I wonder with birds,
do they chirp incessantly
we smile foolishly
We think it's their song
Love notes in the midnight air
laughing unaware
We become their toy
A mocking ground for love birds
we hang on their words
This is how we are
Spring to summer smiles for show
In the end, it snows
© Priya Patel 5/29/2015
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