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little dove
came a little rattle of a bell
telling a fiery story.
out a shell
as a little dove in it's full glory
wanting to be a belove,
encased in a glove
of soft welcome.
alas,
your birthing hour
a new arrival it was
something alight
in the darkness of others night.
Playing a good tone in the hours of cower
hiding your fading flower with a smile
riding the sour taste of blood
abiding,
even when the soft glow of your wings has faded
flapping snowy white with red at it's tips
cowering in the darkness
that is now your home.
© Eniola_arts
telling a fiery story.
out a shell
as a little dove in it's full glory
wanting to be a belove,
encased in a glove
of soft welcome.
alas,
your birthing hour
a new arrival it was
something alight
in the darkness of others night.
Playing a good tone in the hours of cower
hiding your fading flower with a smile
riding the sour taste of blood
abiding,
even when the soft glow of your wings has faded
flapping snowy white with red at it's tips
cowering in the darkness
that is now your home.
© Eniola_arts
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