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The grown Dove searches for mud

The grown Dove searches for mud to disparage its mother who granted them this pure white. Lord endow me with divine purpose, help dry this dirt on the earth a brown ocean, swelling, percolating. A window pane snaps from the pressure I remember the day I was born. I weep, I weep, I weep. A bird scurries ‘round my neck it is a little pigeon it will serve no purpose; it suffers a century of burden, the weight of its child. It weeps, it weeps, it weeps. it has bore too many Beautiful, fecund, yet meaningless; its children will be born in mud.

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Date: 12/6/2024 7:55:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 12/4/2024 8:57:00 PM
I thought this was simply beautiful. Your dove looking for mud and its children born in mud- that idea is quite striking. The style was also unique.
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