A Surreal Sonnet Poem by Ismael Mansoor

The birds flew unto the sky, and they waved
The air, O the different volume of
Blue, that it could merge to the volume of
Purple- it must be hearty love was paved;
A couple toyed their mouths with each other,
And their lips casted a symbol's dover
That winged the love out of them, O a tree
And some plants, they intertwined with their love,
They felt for the couple; the sky threaded
The blessing of the glow through the reflect,
But unable through the shell of hearty
Symbol's dover that winged the love out.
Some clouds heard the song of the feathers' wings
That their melodies love like the winning.