I like to fly with them to the infinity

I see the pigeons sit on a lamp post on this rainy day
And their whisper is very mysterious through the gloomy atmosphere.
' Hey! Chum you are counting the tricky money on the cash register madly and are you going to continue those habits in rest of your life?
Why can't you jump here and have a flight with us? '

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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