The Playground of Love

I watched her from afar
like a bird
on the branch of night
envisions the sun
from behind far hills rising,
and envisioning her
he feels her breath
washing over his face,
billowing in his chest
then bubbling from his beak
irrepressible,
a song in the middle of night,
a mystical sun
overcoming the darkness
and declaring night itself
the playground of love.

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