My favourite bird is still you—
despite certain things that you do.
Another has still not replaced
the feeling of you; your embrace.
No one else gets their name on speed-dial—
or maybe, but just for a while.
If my soul had one person to call
before death, the last great human fall
I’d call you, my love, for advice—
I’d call you and wouldn’t think twice.
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Lovely, Catherin!
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Thanks Nolcha : ) bit of fun
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It appeals to my bird brain, most definitely!
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awnnn 🥹🥲😭🥰💓💞💕
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❤
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Cheep!
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A beautiful and heartfelt poem. Its warmth, devotion, and gentle rhythm make it deeply touching. Wishing you continued inspiration and many more meaningful verses. ❤️
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Thanks so much : )
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You’re most welcome 🤗
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