tow bird

In twilight's embrace, two birds once soared high,

Through azure skies, where love knew no sigh.

Feathers entwined, they danced on the breeze,

A love so pure, it put hearts at ease.

But fate was cruel, with a storm's fierce cry,

Tore them apart, beneath a weeping sky.

One bird flew north, the other to the west,

A chasm of sorrow carved deep in each breast.

Each dawn they sang, a melancholy tune,

Hoping to reunite under the moon.

Yet, love endured, though worlds apart,

Two birds forever linked by one heart.