A touch or a feeling
Wrench us together in a love trench
How can we forget
The starting point of our love story
We were thinking of a body
And gone away from the body itself
There was not a body anywhere
Just a beingness of the souls was there
As two birds were flying above a dense forest
Towards a nest
But there was no nest on the earth

To search nests in a love story
Is just a journey in search
And it’s being run
In the most difficult days of the earth