A bird, unable to fly, is still a bird; but a human unable to love is an inexpensive stone: like a piece of uric acid stone

Lovers are the best birds in the world when they know how to fly higher...

Soft feathers cannot make a cruel bird kind

Every morning
before the birds start
trilling me their stories,
I give birth to a new love
through my same old heart
when a lake’s placidity
finds life in the swans breath
Only for you...

From the poem 'Only For You

I adore the sky wearing rainbow shawl of love for the birds so that they could fly free in warmth after the storm

Love is the heart of a heart