Poem by: ziddy6
death, poetry, life, poem, memories, grief, remembrance, mourning, nostalgia, dove, ziddy6, white dove
Submitted: June 18, 2013
I lost sight of the dove
When it flew to fast to see,
And I felt it here,
Like the souls of the departed.
Indeed they flew fast, then.
Indeed it is happening again.
by Jacob A. P.
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I didn't have an exact meaning in mind -- the words just came, and I bled. Feel free to say what you get from it, and I'll reveal what I get from it.
Loving the white dove imagery with departed souls. Nice work!
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