Enigmatic fables of the triangle of the face of birds

 May you come back And my abandoned eyes tell you. That you are what you were not. Even in the fiery accent. Even in breathing. And I do not defend your remoteness. Although I only understand the foolish. And our love of mirrors. "They are" clouds that make fuss in the sky. And enigmatic fables. For me indecipherable like the triangle of the bird's face. Whose varied models attribute common appearance enclosed in the gelatinous of the eggs.