Black Dove
A black dove
Presides on some forgotten
Statue.
Cooing appropriately at
The old women.
He’s so damned frightened of his own
Reflection.
It’s just enough to
Ruffle his feathers.
Because every time he looks
He becomes disillusioned.
He’s no black dove,
Just another
Pigeon.
Presides on some forgotten
Statue.
Cooing appropriately at
The old women.
He’s so damned frightened of his own
Reflection.
It’s just enough to
Ruffle his feathers.
Because every time he looks
He becomes disillusioned.
He’s no black dove,
Just another
Pigeon.
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