falling in love,
is like a bird, a flutter
of wings in some deep,
inside part of you.
And you sit in your car,
music echoing. The rain
keeping time on the windshield.
falling in love,
is like a bird, a flutter
of wings in some deep,
inside part of you.
And you sit in your car,
music echoing. The rain
keeping time on the windshield.
Beautiful amalgamation — the birds, the music, and the rain. Both extraordinary and ordinary.
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