the season of love comes,
it comes once
the heart is given away,
once, once only
in the beating of the young heart,
something spreads and takes hold,
something spreads and takes hold only once, once...
I have been feeding pigeons, thousands of them for years. But there was one, a beautiful bird, pure white with light grey tips on its wings; that one was different. It was a female. I had only to wish...