Pigeon
To pablo and Aurore
Cooing on his perch
Ready to fall
His eyes open
Contemplating the sea
Always clumsy
But full of joy
Every time grumpy
But a heart full of sweetness
It's the pigeon
Its gray feathers
Caressing the breeze
When it flies on the horizon
YOU ARE READING
Dreams of beauty
Poetrymy first poetry book, welcome to my universe between travels, memories , where the time has stopped and the dreams can come true Poetrybook is ended , the poems coming are bonus
