"I know you like pigeons too,"
And that moment feels like one I’ll never forget.
Just like that, a pigeon in sight,
How I believe they carry bliss and light.
An amazing creature, pure and true,
Even as all things grow, their longing for home remains.
How I love to see you again,
Gazing at the pigeons ahead.
And in that fleeting moment, so brief,
I feel your calming embrace, even in your grave.
I will gaze upon the sky, mesmerized,
As fleeting sorrow in my heart slowly dies.
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