I don’t know how to say it
Birdsong is a many splendored thing
I guess I doubt the words, my ideas
You’re striking the sunlight with your hair
I forget all the disconcernment
The bus is late, you shift your perception
Hitting the winged flight above, instead
But you’ve now tied back your hair
A mask shatters on the dirty street curb
In the sky look, to catch the eye of a bird
I notice every time –you gaze also
Your eyes dance with what you see
As intimate as water is with a river bed
Together we share
Something
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