Camille
Pigeon streets,
Meander through
An ancient town,
The summer heat
Brings them down.
Pay attention,
Watch them thrive,
Enough for all
To go around,
Addict town,
They rarely sing
Or spread their wings.
Oh Camille, soft and real,
who are you, what do you feel?
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2015
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