The Pigeon and her Song

The Pigeon & her Song

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P.C: Google

Don't complain you don't have time

When you have it ample to destroy nature

Take a halt of destruction

Have your ears open for her song

She sings sweet, short and strong

Sitting on a dead telephone cable

Her melancholic voice has this lyrics:

I once had a branch, that borne many twigs,

I once had a food, that kept me soaring higher,

I once had a water, that never let my throat dry,

I once had a roofing leaves,

That never leaves me in heat and cold,

I once had my neighbors, 

Who always flocked in groups,

I once had a cherry tree,

That I called it my home,

I wander from poles to cable

To find none of my long gone homes,

Drenched in summer rain

With few last feathers left

Like a bleached pencil bag

She hangs on her lone foot over dead telephone cable

She has left nothing to call her identity

All she has is to hold on her song

She fears if she can complete her few sentences of song

With her last left energy

She fears if she can sing it to the reach of all ears

She sings sweet,short and strong,

Let her song be heard far and wide,

Let her soar higher with might

Let her perch on branch with pride

Let her rediscover her long lost flight.