Stray grey pigeons

2022-06-06 0 By

Lost gray pigeon, forgotten once name.Flapping their wings and crying over the city.Crying to the rain, rain wet feathers, fall in the nest.Some sang for the white doves in the great hall, some listened to the mourning of the crows outside the city.Lost gray pigeon, standing tall in the city gate, at a loss.Gray dove, flying west into the sky.She prayed in the wet street, the setting of the sun.Hiding in the eaves of the night, waiting for the gray time.Grey doves, rain in torrents.Whether she was a faded crow or muddy white.Lost gray pigeon, standing tall in the city gate, at a loss.The grey dove, picking up an olive branch, flew to a small grave.No more crow or dove, just a free bird.Rest in the sea of humanity.