Pigeon / Dove

To her she’s a pigeon To me she’s a dove. To her she’s a person To me she is love.

Experiences are different, and hard to translate

To try and explain my experience Is like a leaf telling a pinecone How it fell. I explain my patterns that weren’t choreographed But happened nonetheless And how the wind spun me in a way not sickening. How i touched the ground before landing so that Impact wouldn’t be my reckoning. About how falling and […]