Hear the songs of the birds, the joy in their sounds
Distinctive yet pure, not a care in the world.
They flaps their wings with boldness, they relished
In their freedom, no worries of what tomorrow will make of them
They simply flow with the wind,
The birds are fully aware that all their needs has already been provided for.
Their faith in the creator is what make
Their songs so magical to our ears.
Oh, how I do wish to sing the songs of the birds
Micheline Jean Louis
The shades of love dances in the mind of men, flipping the pages of time painting hopes of love as it caresses desired needs. Bathe In the rage of passion it inspires the heart to dream dreams. Sacred in mystery it creates its own path for eternity. The presence of love ever so near, yet never to be touch, Like a lingering fragrance, it captivate the soul of men weaving a thread of eternal bliss, it leaves us all speechless and wanting thus creating a thirst never to be quench.
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