Mr Pigeon My little bird Once a pigeon yet now a vulture. you fly higher while I crawl as a lonely snake. Hissing with a tear in happy remembrance, My once pigeon flips his wings, soars Feeding over a broken heart, Satisfaction! You sing but I remain docile For I have learnt to know my place. I'm entrapped to cherishing our memories fornever! (A stream of tears)
My name is Aline Amike . This is my poetry blog . Will announce if I want to something else to it . When I can't say things out loud plain , I write poems . That's another way to get things out and to share your views about the outside world . So welcome to my poetry world . Hope you enjoy !