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09.10.2022, 12:52 | #1 |
Pigeon
I saw a light over there.
And a rainbow everywhere. I lived 77 years free from fear. I remember walking streets on rainy days and scorching heat. Also I remember praying just whenever I wanted to and never to anyone it mattered. I remember hugging out differences in a parking lot. I still know the laughter I burst into after we got drunk on fun in puplic, when we were stealing leek and garlic from a neighbour’s garden but we were kids and never charged. I still know how the driver jumped out the bus in a hurry to pull the ramp and then he pushed the man inside. He thanked him with a smile. I saw so many birds and every day I heard their enchanting voice singing not one verse of words from underneath the source of my believe. So tempted I have never been to think about where I would be if 77 years back a pigeon wouldn’t have risen above all the wrecks where so many life’s of innocents found their bittersweet end. I wish I could pretend, believe this pigeon will forever fly over this peaceful river. And the waves we see approaching will fade if we keep hoping, spreading love unconditionally for not just those in need but every single soul on this planet called our home. Yes, I remember how never we did ever need to live by lies just to stay alive. I remember how at school we were asked to shout out loud the things we thought about. Even we were talking wrong the law and were allowed to hold on to opinions of our very own. But after all, the waves, they grow. I don’t want to but I know, one only wish won’t do. But I wish once more a pigeon will fly by again. |
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10.10.2022, 14:37 | #2 |
Hello Jepo4,
Wishes, doves, memories,
You've mixed it all up nicely. Happy greetings -ganter- |
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