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My dove
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My dove |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
My dove Through the mist of the spring dawn I tiptoed to greet my little dove The opened cage got me stunned And gone was my sweet tender love. My tears tore the rising sun My despair downed the tilting sky My sorrow thawed the icy moon My pain paled the darkest night A stranger came to my gate With my dove in his hand Pray be kind and do not feed Course I want her back to my land |
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carter07 Junior Member
since 2007-04-26
Posts 31 |
I really love all of your descriptions. Especially from this stanza "My tears tore the rising sun My despair downed the tilting sky My sorrow thawed the icy moon My pain paled the darkest night" This section got me a little confused "Pray be kind and do not feed Course I want her back to my land" Other than that I enjoyed it! |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
"Pray be kind and do not feed Course I want her back to my land" sometimes/or many times, kindness traps innocent heart....human has feelings. |
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