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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Pigeon Who Flew Once
[time] => 2008-10-24 16:24:11
[hometext] => Give me the honour of knowing your opinion about my humble poem!!!
[bodytext] => The Pigeon Who Flew Once A B Rasul "You are a pigeon! You are a pigeon!" This is what mom told me. "You are a pigeon! You must learn to fly." This is what dad tried to teach me. "But if you can/'/t fly, Together, we can never touch the sky." This is what the love of my life told me. "You are a pigeon, and can/'/t fly! It would be much better for you to die." This is what everyone told me. It/'/s time for the pigeons to fly south. The cold/'/s coming, the loneliness behind. Mom and dad look at me in the eyes and cry. They want to tell me good bye; Because I am a pigeon, and can/'/t fly; But they/'/re pigeons, and should be in the sky. I cry and say self-deceivingly "there/'/s no wrong With a pigeon in the forest, alone, where there/'/s no one." Dad starts to fly and mom can/'/t leave me so easy. But it/'/s just a matter of time and she/'/s ready. My love says "I must leave I am sorry. It/'/s love and life, it/'/s not easy" The others come to worsen my misery. A creature/'/s prey, if not, the rain drowns me. A pigeon who had never flown; Now is here left behind, all alone. Seeing them flying so wonderfully; Dancing with the sky so elegantly; The breeze impinging their wings; Make a melodious tune that sings; "Come away, come away, and try once more. If not, live the dream no more." I spread my wings and run fast. The vast green land and trees passed. In a moment I was swimming in the sky. "At last, I made it. I can flyyyyyyyyyy!" "What is happening? – I am falling down!" My heart beat suddenly slowed down. "The day has now become dark" In my eyes there was no spark. "There/'/s something sharp in my heart." My whole body was cold except my heart. Alas, I was shot. Fell down to their original spot. I am dying! The pigeon who couldn/'/t fly, But floated once in the sky. Then, I and my happiness drowned in the earth by Man; Who consider themselves blessed by Divine! [comments] => 5 [counter] => 722 [topic] => 68 [informant] => ThePrince [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 26 [ratings] => 6 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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