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The White Dove
I DREW A BLANK CONTEST
Sponsor: John Lawless
I sat and began a journal entry.
Songs of doves with white wings
flying into the night came to my
mind. Do doves fly at night? Unknown
to me, I sat under the stars asking the
universe. I saw the reflection of an
eclipse and an answer entered my
mind. Doves bring sparkles from the
sky during the day, yet they bring
simple musings during the dark
hours after the sun sets in the
west. Sparkles of the sun drift and
ignite mystical daystars that float
above the waters of the world.
After dusk they carry meditation
to all the versifiers on the planet.
The poetesses release reflections
as the poets bring forth pondering
for their souls. The doves have to
be white. White signifies the pallid
purity of our essence. There are times
when we may feel dismal, but the
doves liberate heightened freedom
for our expressions. For every kindle
there is a flame of inspiration. For every
ounce of encouragement there is the
whisper of a dove. A white dove.
Soaring throughout the twilight.
Date Written: May 31, 2016
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