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Tuesday 7 February 2012

Love birds

Together we fly,Together we saw,
My feathered girl and I
across the moor.
For in no bird
have I seen such beauty,
as my beautiful Zambooti.

She follows me,
as I do her.
I protect my love,
from troubles which occur.
And here she stands
beneath my wing,
and together we do sing,

until one day,
her heart did fail,
and the life in her,
away, set sail,
then I could feel
my heart in my head,
and there we lay together, in love and dead.

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