Our minds have become intimate with words. <br />We fly together like two paper birds. <br />Small creeks, big rivers and the mighty sea, <br />Sustains the lyrics of calligraphy. <br /> <br />My friend, the lamp of sunset lights the grass. <br />Leaves paint old panes with poems of stained glass. <br />Deft fingers pluck the lyre-strings of the heart. <br />Emotion is as beautiful as art.<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paper-birds-2/
