in #hive-1064445 months ago

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💖Flora AND Caudal.

A story between two birds begins to rumble in my mind, a bond of love between birds, sworn to be inseparable.
This love story begins on the banks of a river where the lush trees are the perfect setting for the birth of two pigeon chicks, flora and caudal.
Both birds shared different nests, near and far, and a bond of love awaited them. Time passed like a tornado, bringing closer and closer that distance that separated them, full of chance encounters as they grew up. The perfect time came for them and between beautiful courtships Caudal captivated the heart of flora.
A pair of young pigeons had been born on that riverbank, and a beautiful future full of longing awaited them.
Just when they were beginning to form their illusions, dreaming of one day seeing their chicks, the hand of man came to that place, knocking down the leafy trees and with them the dreams of Caudal.
Slash and burn destroyed that landscape, killing many birds, among them the beloved Flora, Caudal's eternal love.
That day, the bird's heart broke in two. The beautiful love story that began between them was now only part of the past, the tragic love story that ended in a breath.
Fleeing from that scene, Caudal just wanted to fly as far away as possible, broken and aimless, loneliness; however, it was impossible to forget his beloved, his ideal mate, his sweet and tender love.
Today our tender bird flies as high as he can, longing to reach the paradise of birds to see his beloved.
On some days you can see Caudal, near the banks of the river, now with some huts for the enjoyment of man. If you look in the evenings as winter approaches, you can see him perched resting on the roof of the hut where his nest was. Imagining for a moment his beloved Flora, in those small moments he can have rest, as he travels in his memories he watches her taking care of her chicks, those that had hatched a day before the tragic day that marked their destinies.

This is my participation in the Let Our Picture Tell Your Story - Issue 52 of @wrestlingdesires