Free from the drivel of daytime's long words
Twig by twig, a tiny nest off steep mountain cliffs
They built with dark-hued dreams of sheer what-ifs
Monsoons, meteors, moonlight, murals, myth
myrrh, music and almost all of magic dealt with
Limitless sky of limited wings, boundless world
Streets, sights, flight paths and all of earth's whirl
Mirror to death's first moment, life's very last
Made-up walls, sky roof from bruises of the past
Ambition's nearly-burnt earthern lamp flickers
But those mirror walls, they flash golden pictures
Of two birds who built their love nest, twig by twig
In words, glimpses and feathered sweet kisses
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