Writings of love on heart
Am I stealing?
Am I enriching?
Am I borrowing?
Whatever…
I enjoy reading, learning and confessing:
“I am less than many.”
Then,
I copy, paste
Not their words
But feelings, brains.
And,
I look at them.
I see on branches
Their birds’ chirps
The day is relaxed
The sky has breeze
of love…clean, blue …
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