I Saw a Dove
I saw a Dove
with wings of black
tainted with pain
stained from memories back
yet she soared so proud
acting impeccably clean
the purest of hearts
only the wings were seen
one day she stopped
to sip from a brook so fine
noticing her reflection
she died divine............
No matter how bad the past is, or how ugly the truth is, it can and will set you
free....Peace
Copyright © Bob Shank | Year Posted 2006
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