All the colors of the birds had become transparent
The white of the King Bird of Paradise had turned milky
Her sarcasm had spread across the room
Like steam rising from the sea
Colorful like a vapor
As if a lot of wet paint had been poured
In a painter's gallery
As if the room was painted with magic
What love is she saying?
What kind of fight is this?
What fight is she having with him?
Yes, it's love that speaks
The love that gives birth
rebirth
That very love
With its blue, pointed legs
Jumping
Blue, white bird
That has come near her
Fluttering Blue claws pricking
On her neck
When creation is everything
The meaning of all life-force is to give birth
Its messenger, its message
Its love Hovering
An invisible bird In her room
Encompassing her very being
And not being caught
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏 @vikbuddy
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