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34 One lonely pigeon
in the midst of day
No sense of bother
It’s eating away
Sitting/ so solitary
Watching every move,
There’s no need to move,
or go away.
One things for certain
that observation is the thing.
Spending time in company
when the time is right
Moment of quiet
Looking straight ahead
Watching the world
go passing by
Lost in solitary purpose,
In comforts of mind
Temporary understanding
of the solitary time
and the things we live for
Keep moving along
And when we are ready
Back to social norm
With only the clarity
of thoughts and mind.
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