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.
Published on August 28, 2014
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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