Pretty Bird
It was your wings,
And the beautiful song you sing
That captured my attention.
The way the sunlight glistened
in your eyes
It created a story that I could not escape
I was lost in it.
My soul meshed with yours
Because you were searching for
what I was
It was a connection I could not explain
Couldn't even anticipate
Tu olor
Tu risa
Era mia.
Pajarito. Mio.
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