Just like a pigeon taking
Refuge under the shade
Even they feel sorrows
What might it have gone through?
Flew high up in the sky
Without no limits once I
Now sits on the evening lamp
With its head down in fear
Or is it a broken heart all damp
Was it an eagle to attack
Or was it another pigeon?
Breathing its last,
The pigeon with its head down,
Remembers the limitless sky
That it once used to dive through,
Thus,it awakens its morale!
Looking back to what slowed him down,
And flies once again,
Looking forward to tomorrow!
So the bird rises once again,
To claim its throne back!
He rises again along the scars within
That are now his strength against the fall!
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<I just came up with it when I was waiting for my father to pick me up from the academy this evening.I saw a lonely pigeon sitting on the night lamp under the shade for the last half an hour with its head down...I felt sad for it but couldn't really do anything for it cuz it was quite far. But just as I ended the poem,it flew away and my father came to pick me up.>
