Two acacia birds
two forests
cried out in sorrow.
In the blink of an eye
year of the wool
reunited to
the rattan knitted tree
under the milky way.
Two halves of a heart
two hearts’ desire
as one.
They survey the forest
ahead of the daybreak
nesting in the midst of clouds.
Sun rises, sun sets
their songs
echoing the land
pure as the linen
buries them
as one
when their old age
comes.
Flicker of Thoughts 
this is great.
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