This poem uses the continuous metaphor of jazz to tell a tale of lovers in conflict
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The Pigeons are the free
We admire birds We think that they roam freely We think that they are above We think it is incredible how they dive into the air, Soar back up -so high that you can no longer see them. Isnt it incredible how a bird can touch the sun and not burn? Birds are uniform. TheyContinueContinue reading “The Pigeons are the free”