Everyday I see pigeons flap their wings,
The motion so careless and free,
But as they flap away,
We don't see the fight against the wind,
They struggle, they push, they do not give in,
No matter how hard the force pushes them, they keep flapping away.
No one notices, no one sees.
It is their battle they must fight everyday
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A Breath of Air
PoetryThere is a beauty that is only reserved for writing poetry. I love writing. I hope that my writing can inspire and aspire. I also, hope that my writing can make you smile, laugh, and most of all always remind you: you are not the only one. If you...
