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Later Bird
If you don’t mind,
to put the book, notes and thoughts behind.
No clichés, no unnecessary smiles, low maintenance warm water and wild us, waiting for nothing but the breath that was taken away.
I have built an extra-large nest, a place for us to reason zest to be running in your evergreen hills. Shall we roll down common sense and zigzag your truths pounding the chest?
I am inviting your errors and charms too, to lay red eggs.
Would you join me for a nap, stretch your long limbs curious eyelids, lean on my lap in order to get close, warm but distant enough to find your toes ventilating, daring to be stepping in your own square-meter, containing your grand character.
Would you be my later bird?
You see, we don’t play productivity games around here, you’ll be, whatever you want to be, not mine, cliffs down, your feet tremble in unstable piece of ground, cozy yes but you can simply wax wings and headfirst dreams.
Early is best, later is chill, forever doesn’t exist and now it’s time for hugs and tea.
You come and you go as you please.
Bird, may it get late, don’t bother calling, just land wherever winds tell.
I will be drinking some barometric pressures if you’re fancy me being high, falling in love because I am finally free, with or without you.
My ladybird.
