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When Pigeons Fly

Today the air is brisk and clear With a whisp of winter in the air. As pigeons coo, sweet morning doves, Pitching woo like young love does. And speckled dew upon the leaves Uplifting every part of me From tip of toes to top of head Enthralled by all in this flowerbed. Ashes to ashes, dust to rise Transforming Me, When pigeons fly. © Terrell Martin, 12/12/2024

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Deb M

Date: 12/12/2024 11:33:00 PM

Terrell l love this gorgeous poem....it rhymes beautifully and has such a feel good vibe. Simple and lovely! Debx

Terrell Martin
Date: 12/15/2024 4:53:00 PM

Hi Deb, thanks so much for your amazing and uplifting response. So glad you got the "Feel good vibe" (Loved that)! I owe you a visit tomorrow 'cuz it's been one crazy busy day today but I won't forget ya - promise. Thanks again, Yer the Best

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/12/2024 10:39:00 PM

This is lyrical and sweet. Thanks for revisiting me. Hope to see more of you.

Terrell Martin
Date: 12/15/2024 4:56:00 PM

Hi Andrea, it's such a kind pleasure to "See" you again and appreciate your heart felt appraisal more than you know. I can't wait to read more of your own writing but will have to wait until tomorrow due to a VERY hectic day for me today. But again, THANK YOU so much & cheers to you!