A Dove With a Broken Wing
Beautiful specter
Snow white gleaming feathers, weeps
Upon a timber.
Looking up the skies
Calling her kind, haunting cries
She tries over again
One wing up in flight
The other, limp, disabled
No one seems to hear
Tired from struggling she rests
And dreams to be free.
Keeping her wing close
All through the night, believing
And when the morning wakes
Greets the sun with a love song
For no fear roams her new heart
Then deploys her wings
Both, gleaming pure white, extend
With a cry of gladness
She flew to the sun.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 12.08.09
Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2009
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