THE BIRDS OF PARADISE
life, few shaky moments, probably the
warmth of breaths had changed
the all definition, leaning
face as the wet rose
stem, dripping
drops of
hair
tip, falling on the chest, together created
unexpected environs, in the soft
wind unseen flame was
hidden somewhere,
in the wet gloom
flying wings
of moth,
in a short night, miles long aspire to live,
all man-made dam broke on its own
way, on that flotation nothing
was remained in the
mind, even the
edge had
left so far, life had reached on that
beautiful world of love, it was
very difficult to return
from that land
of infinite
affinity,
we just walked entire night through the
blooming trail on the litigants of
fascinated emotions, as
oblivious to the world,
on our own
melody,
just birds of paradise, liberated from
all the chains - -
