Pigeon کے بول

The brackish roots of red and pine Anchored in my curving spine Bend to the winds of web's desire And I lay down at your side Above the bride of reds in clay A swollen angel looks ok In the red wing blackbirds eyes of grey A saltwater tear his eyes But the sand and the earthen paradise Sent into this rivulet The blush and the banks will soon forget A single tear was cried And in this morning grand looms The nectar and the petal blooms A pearl that I swallow now exhumed From the river that has died The crimson of rinoculous Gardenia and dianthus The bloodless eye be water-lotus Sweetly opens wide Oh Without a voice left to sing With waterlogged and heavy wing Peaceful eyes, unsuffering A pigeon floats in the tide