Reincarnation Into Birds Saturday afternoon, after hustling I find myself drawn by my window view Birds flying all over from one tree to another wishing I was a monk, that enough concentration Would teleport me to you Or that horror movies were real That your body would crawl from my Snapchat Screen and kiss my forehead then hug me Saturday afternoon, after hustling I find myself drawn by my window view Watching leaves bounce by wind waves Hoping the wind can echo your voice to me That our chemistry would transcend miles So I can be mesmerized by your aroma Hoping that the waves can align our time zones Then, we can at least exist simultaneously in a dream. Saturday afternoon, after hustling I find myself drawn by my window view Watching the gorgeous sun set Like how you used to fall asleep on my chest With your heartbeat slowly slowing down Arousing a temptation to stop time And freeze in the moment peaceful together or fast forward us reincarnating into birds! Alice Musabe ‘22
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