reflected in a mirror, our cage our bed
our visages reflecting that of one another
we sleep beneath the eternally falling snow
my bird and I.
A crimson ribbon binds us – my mate and I
indelibly together.
Destitution would delight in its severance.
In our mirror there's naught beyond this bond...
This crimson tie between us -- my mate my bird and I...
Lindo poema, suave como os passáros
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