When in love,we are like two birds of same feather
Clinging to each other through the bad weather
Engrossed in us so much that we never care
What is wrong and what is fair
It's like a gradual intoxication
Only making us stronger while we get weaker
I bet one can hardly comprehend this manifestation
As for that you have to dive deeper
And read between the lines
To understand what is behind these words
That speaks of feather and the birds
The value of the rare times.
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