Wings flapping through the windy ruffle
Climbing,flying,soaring highly
Two black birds of a plumage
Crisscrossing their way through life's passage.
He, he-bird, She, she-bird
Together they flew high above every seabed
To the administration of aesthetic flight seekers
To the envy of the Acrophobic.
He-she-bird flew, flew too focused to care
About the envious and brutal windy air
He-bird took a bend, and an angry gust of windy air took out his wings
She-bird weak with despair, flew right out, away, for her love of wings.
Her love for wings surpassed her love to fly
To fly high into the sky with her birdy friend
Whom to angry winds, his wings lost right at the bend
But patiently prunes to soar higher, faster, better.
Alone he-bird will take the skies
Alone he-bird will soar and fly
Alone he-bird still will never comprehend
Why her love for wings surpassed her love for him.
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