The Doves
The beautiful morning dove,
the grey bird looks filled with love.
When the morning comes it sings,
then it opens its lovely wings.
From up above it's a sign,
it's a symbol that's divine.
With upcoming hope it'll sprout
God is there, up and about.
The dove sings a pretty song,
that both sounds peaceful and strong.
Yet sometimes here it sounds blue,
for in my ears it's sad too.
It's fresh in my memories,
like my vivid fantasies.
As a child I was hurried,
who often became worried.
Hearing the doves kept me free,
since the doves were on a tree.
The morning hits once again,
it's heard every now and then.
(Jueju-Qijue)
04,26,2023
Copyright © Serenity Mejia | Year Posted 2023
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