He was a White Pigeon, one of its kind.
He was a White Pigeon, alone in the crowd.
He was a white pigeon, he loved one of his kind.
He was a white pigeon, cornered by them all.
He was a white pigeon, he fell for another one.
He was a white pigeon, told not to love the one.
He was a white pigeon,called names by the grey ones.
He was a white pigeon, free to be trapped in his own world.
One fine day,the white pigeon,found a white hawk.
he was a white hawk who was in love with a swan,he was also called names and trapped in his world.Together they formed a bond,a bond that lasted until the dawn,they flew above them all…
there were white birds as beautiful as any other one,trapped in their own worlds…
Sexuality is a spectrum.
2 responses to “The white Pigeon…”
Very well written. I loved the analogy used. 😊
I tried thank you 😊