The sky's breath held them aloft, a symphony of flutters in a paradoxical embrace. Whispers of paths unseen, they choreographed their secrets amongst the clouds.
Amongst the labyrinthine alleyways of thought,
where shadows kissed the remnants of sunlight,
the pigeons spun circles,
singing in silent harmonies.
Are they lost? Or merely searching for a place they’ve never departed?
Twirling Stars | Shimmering EchoesIn the concentric rotations of their wings,
lies the answer to questions unasked,
a dialogue of the earth with the infinite.
Can a sky conjure homes for nomadic hearts,
while down below, the city dreams of its own eternity?
Through every secretive circle, a contradiction flourishes,
a secret leans on its whispering truth.
As the pigeons dance a divine spiral,
so do we find ourselves:
ever present, ever astray.