I've never forgotten that you
sing the birdsong that dances in my ears.
The sounds of a symphony produced by a single,
those sounds, those notes lift me higher above the canopy.
I follow that birdsong into your arms,
your lips at the end of this forest.
I'll follow you to the ends of this expanse,
I only know some of what awaits me at the end.
You, as colorful and as vibrant as a toucan,
love that crashes down like those falls,
eyes like the forest so intimidating,
yet so easy to get lost in.
That birdsong will move me onwards to you.
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