Two, there were
Aimlessly drifting from branch to branch
I sat watching – ardently
Weathering the crisp cold bite of the morning breeze
Longing for warmth, yet lingering
My heart grew quieter as they wandered closer
Longing for a friendship that I couldn’t posses
Challenging, the sheer disparity in our bodies and our forms
Intertwined solely by the space we formed
Wistfully to dance in glee with them as they did
Dancing to the song of their mind
Awake, I stood
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