May 1, 2024
a dear pigeon
lands on my window
being held by sunlight
and I greet it with gentle eyes.
it winks
and I feel its heart.
for a small moment,
weβre together
with the morning moon.
Written by ππππππ
౨β‘ΰ§ βEntΓ£o, de seda e nΓ‘car, toda de orvalho trΓͺmula, serΓ‘s eterna. E efΓͺmero o rosto meu, nas lΓ‘grimas do teu orvalhoβ¦ E frΓ‘gil.β ౨β‘ΰ§