palomas.

little bird

falling with no wings

terrified but filled with adrenaline

eyes wide open

afraid to miss out on any moment

spent with you

a lifetime spent searching

crowded rooms

but always feeling alone

distance between them

but migration is soon

two little humming birds

on the lovers tree

singing sweet melodies

that make you believe

that true love

is not yet deceased

thank you.

t.g ‘22