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In the city of rust and broken glass
Where the skyline bites the clouds and the neon never lasts
There lived a pigeon with a fire in his chest
Not a flame of anger, but a hunger for the rest
He watched the jets cut through the haze
And the kites dance in the wind’s lazy maze
But he wanted more — not just to glide
He wanted to pierce the blue, to rise, to ride
«I’ll go higher,» he whispered one night
«Higher than the towers, out of sight
Higher than the crows, higher than the drones
I’ll touch the sun — I’ll claim my own.»
Fly high
But remember
Don’t touch the sky
A falling shadow, a silent cry
A dream that burned against the sky
And now, when the night is cold and deep
You can hear his ghost in the winds that sweep
A faint beat of wings, a whisper, a sigh
«Fly high… but remember… don’t touch the sky.»
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