Two winged mates,
in the magic of a sunset,
sat on a wall preening the other,
cuddled up in a love so true,
billing and cooing one another,
enfolding in a warmth of a wrap around,
pure-heartedly together as one,
lost in reverie,
with the depth of admiring and being adored,
a small fire aroused inside,
into a blazing inferno of the present moment.
© Geetha Paniker
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