There are true things as sentences and if told we might melt like snowflakes:
Two birds are on the same telephone line but they can't see each other really: not for sure...
Sometimes they think they can hear eachother dreaming...
... she doesn't like melted snowflakes so she sits and waits for new snow to cover the old,
will she say it now? could she be so bold?
She knows though that if this what she is told is different from her dreams she will be no more than a rain drop fallen on the dirty ground,
with no more than a tear to show for the dreams she once had.
It is all too complicated in bird land.