I heard a trill in an ultimatum tone: -As you want... Then I went to the window, I discovered these two lovebirds; he was about to take off in an angry or perhaps frustrated mood.
She was alone, and her trill was choppy. Like a pitiful sigh
With her eyes lost on the horizon, she saw the silhouette of her beloved disappear.
That place once full of loving trills, empty now it was.
Little time passed And in that place two tortolles parked
And timidly they established contact ...
What do you think? Are they the same lovebirds in an attempt at reconciliation? Or maybe a new love that is born?
Posted from my blog with SteemPress : http://samic.vornix.blog/2018/09/03/reconciliacion-o-un-nuevo-amor-reconciliation-or-a-new-love/