the accent of love

Now you pass through the narrow pathways of parks

Feeding the birds

Not knowing that all of them

Were once my words

That I put on paper

And handed over to the wind

To deliver to you

The papers turned into birds and got lost

, flying towards you

And the birds sang

In the language that the universe speaks

With the accent of love

Yes

You still feed the birds, as always

Not knowing

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Source: Substack