don’t force me to say yes always
don’t build that uncalled pressure
you appear to be a careless free bird
But I am under atmospheric pressure
Our tropospheric conditions are ripe
There are gusts, thunder and storms
I find it difficult to stay calm
As I undergo disturbances of all forms
You wish an Ionospheric relationship
Where the forces of attraction are high
But I prefer a stratospheric background
Where the uniform temperatures lie
How do we make the atmosphere conducive
To let our love like aeroplane fly smooth
To prevent it from reaching the exosphere
To prevent it from dying an unnatural death
I am really fond of this piece of writing…..excruciating thoughts running in my head but right to the point. Specifically, this line, – ‘you appear to be a careless free bird
But I am under atmospheric pressure’
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Hmmm…..thanks a lot….
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Thanks for the atmospheric space of freedom and calm we only can take by our own…*
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My pleasure….nice interpretation….
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The geography of Love!
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True…..sort of….
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