Love is not possessing
Love is setting the caged
bird free to soar
high in the vast azure
skies and when it returns
at the somber dusk, fondle
it not like a pet but a lover,
only to fly back at the dawn
for love is not possessing
and beauty of birds is in
the blue skies.
Tanya Shukla
And then someone told me she doesn’t know what is love. You wrote it so beautifully
ha ha this is what I used to think 🙂
And you proved yourself wrong 😊
Nicely said!
Thanks a lot, you are so kind. Blessings