When Doves Cry
When doves cry
There are so many tissues
It's a blinding whiteness
Whipping about
With white wet feathers
Falling asunder
And laid to rest
On the night grass below
Since doves only sob
Under the stars
To mourn proper
The terminus
Of another day.
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