When you entered into my life as the breeze,
I was in the trance; my skin was very sensitive,
Felt you as the silk, woven from the young moth,
Tasted you as the honey, just stolen from the comb,
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It's a wonderful poem! 'Flew all over the vast fields, where we saw the fruits and nuts, Collected the hays to build the nest in the high trees, Away from the predators who could crawl and steal, Away from the robbers who could drill and retrieve, ' - These lines are simply superb! The last line shatters the dream like imagery. In my poems too, often and on birds and nests find a place, as if naturally.