#birds

In my soul poetry sings,
As magic turns into tenderness,
The birds descend for me to hear their songs,
My boyish eyes are fixed on the beauty of hummingbirds,
My heart races,
Everything becomes beautiful and colorful,
happiness increases,
Even shy I try to grace them with little verses,
But they don't hold back with little,
Want more,
And much more,
They encourage me and I end up composing,
For each one I make a melody,
So are my infinite hours,
In sweet mysteries,
In sweet martyrdoms,
At the same time that it hurts me,
At the same time it makes me feel alive and free like them....
single destination,
Birds and the Poet together,
In a scenario that I don't even know how to describe....