The yellow birds flying
From the open sky to the trees
Singing its song of a tune
Calling each other in shadows
Like the people I see
Hand-phones and ipads ready
Concentration on the keys
Do they see around?
The yellow birds hopping
On the window panes of its shadows
Singing its songs of one melody
Flapping wings peaking at the windows
Like the people I watch
The eyes and fingers flow
It's like the silent movie
Once it was popular.....
And the yellow birds fly higher
For a while the birds will not come over
The echo from a far distance
Then the loud pitching sound
It's the searching of its shadow
The likeness from the reflections
The partner keeps whistling
The love sick yellow bird craving of its own
Like the people I observe
They maybe lovers.....
They maybe friends
They just look at their own shadows
The hand-phones and ipads
The falling in love of its uses
The communicating skills in the space
The link of connection a sorry state
So hear the whistling
So hear the soft touching keys
The real talking and touching
Somehow it has gone some where
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