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Once more it's morning and I greet the dawn,
waking to feelings I've known,
breathing the fragrance that's lingering on
throughout a lifetime alone;

splinters of sunshine are drifting through blinds,
revealing dust I breathe in,
dancing through flashes, and somehow reminds
of things that never have been;

I hear a song and it's what I've dreamed of,
outside my window they mourn,
I'd face the morning, but I need a shove,
for this poor heart badly torn;

unfortunate dove, why is it you sing,
outside my window each day?
It's a reminder of what life won't bring,
mourning dove, don't fly away;

once more it's morning and I hear the dove
all of my life is a sin,
it's just the way of unfortunate love,
but I still dream now and then.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 4/22/2012 9:53:00 AM
Smile ˜ Very stirring my precious friend ˜ Envisioning standing atop this Mountain upon the cliffs edge * Seeing Beyound, the smoke swirling amid the valleys below ˜ I had a picture painted and handed unto my Spirit this morning * Children; wherein there is no colour nor tainting to divide their love ˜ No poisons to steal their innocent Beauty * "One In Purities Love." ˜ Always, John!:) *
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Date: 4/22/2012 10:06:00 AM
Thanx, your thoughts expressed are the most important thing in the writing of my own poetry.