love bird

Apricity

I love watching people

Human dynamics fascinates my feathers

Always the poet, never the poem

Always the watcher, never watched

Always the lover, never loved

A lonely Valentine always for the cactus fairy

But never the rose fairy

It is Ironic how they both share the gift of thorns

But never its experiences

I have learned that Humans tend to chase the faceless man in their dreams

And ignore the treasures that stares back at them in their wake

But Maybe,

Just maybe,

In another universe,

Roses could never be red, violets could only ever be violet, and my tears would never ever reach my beak

I dream of Apricity; the warmth of the Sun during the winter

More parts are on the way, let me know what you think about this series so far... 😚💖🪽🪽