To drink a sip from the hovering clouds, as
My eyes follow you, trying to grab your confidence.
Solitarily or in murmurs you fly,
Tracing majestic patterns in the blue sky,
Inadvertently giving wings to my dormant poesy.
That comes alive with your melodious rhapsody.
As the orange evening melts in your colourful wings,
And a thousand feelings flutter within.
You drown the air in your shrills and trills,
While I look on, with an envious eye
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