Conflict makes a story great but they also are the saddest thing. But who knows joy if not pain. Love has its share and so did they
The birds flew high
Oblivious of the height they were at
The birds flew into the clouds
High they flew
Till the sun shined in their eyes
Not a worry in the bones
High they flew
Poachers and watchers
Watched with intent
Waiting for them to fly a lil low
For the sun the push them down
So hunt and make them fall
But high they flew
Flew into the sky
In love
They looked at the sun with care
Smiled at the people below
Whistling sweet nothing
Into their ears
Taking about nothing
Planning the beauty
Of the lives which were about to come
But the poachers watched on
Time flew
And their love only grew
Not knowing the fate which awaited them
In such a near future
Smiles and happiness
They spread around
As they flew together
Only high and high
But the night follows the day
And life maintains its circle
Fear captures the heart
And weakens the resolve
Wedge driven between the souls
Meant to always be together
Some created by others
And others their own demons
Ultimately the sun overpowers
And the poachers get their chance
The world looks on smiling
Taking pleasure in their pain
The fall is sharp and quick
But they make a lifetime in it
But all that is tomorrow
As today is their day
And the love birds flew
Flew into the sunset
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