When the Birds Stop Singing-
So, it is over…
we’ll just leave the beauty and gentle touch
of silver pillows in vain?
The memory
of first date,
no longer binds us?
Though, I still hear the birds,
singing the hymns of life
to us, who fears to look back and admit
…about olden days
when we were together,
in love. Think about it…
what’ll happen, when the birds stop singing…?
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