"if it's love, and we're two birds of a feather, and the rest is just whatever..." -Train
two birds,
sitting on a sturdy branch.
the leaves rustle around them,
as the wind whispers the whimsical
ballads of nature.
they spread their wings in unison.
one is still learning to fly,
but she trusts that the other,
will never let her fall.
soon they're soaring through the sky,
the whole world below their beaks.
every move of theirs is synchronized:
two minds thinking as one,
an unbreakable connection.
and they know that they can
fly higher than the midday sun,
as long as they have each other.
YOU ARE READING
Spoken
Poetry"Just some song lyrics, inspiration, and words that need to be spoken." [cover by @tayyaba1404]
