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𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐘. ✔︎
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Ongoing, First published Jun 05, 2024
Mature
Birds of prey, across the sea,  
Carry you home. 
Carry you back to me.  
In the hush of dawn, our words take flight,  
On wings of black and white, day and night.

Messages carried by feathered friends,  
Love and hope in lines we send.  
Beneath the sky, our hearts unfold,  
Dreams and secrets, stories told.

In ink and paper, we find our way,  
Guided by the birds, our words convey.  
Yet winds of change stir silent fears,  
Unseen shadows, whispered tears.

Letters crossed, the storm arrives,  
Hearts adrift, like scattered chives.  
Misguided paths, our voices stray,  
Lost in flight, birds of prey.

Once a lifeline, now a chain,  
Binding us in grief and pain.  
The sky that joined, now rends apart,  
A cruel twist of fate, a broken heart.

In the chaos, love's light may fade,  
Silent wings in twilight's shade.  
But even in the darkest hour,  
Hope clings tight, a fragile flower.

For somewhere in the distant blue,  
Our hearts still beat, steadfast and true.  
Birds of prey, with sorrow's song,  
Won't eclipse our love for long.

For in the dawn, when night gives way,  
We'll find each other, come what may.

Birds of Prey, across the sea...

Will they carry you back home to me?
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