As the wind blows and flowers shower their ambience. As the sun dims amidst the whimsical clouds wet with the golden charms I gaze at the presence of those pigeons that still turn their white plumage. Seeking home, seeking amity, their reveries all to a hold. For the night that shrouds their delightful infancy and freckles their modesty. Sinister nights, lethal fiends, doubly covered with clemency and eerie. Waking up to the morning seems to be a lost fight. Armours lie pierced, dignities left to sigh. Pigeons fly, cope the unseen frights. Still they long to soar high, amdist the dark they negotiate with the light. #cinemagraph#love#life#pigeons#soarhigh#ambitions#thorny#tracks
