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Doves of a dying rainbow
.
In the quietness of early dawn
where mourning doves parade,
they somehow see
right through what's gone;
my cloudy gray charade.
.
A rainbows seed of fire
was all I had to sow;
but darkness squelches movement
of that concrete rivers flow.
.
I've built a wall of silence
(and my deafness comforts this,)
now words and phrase and poetry
have become a subtle kiss
.
With the sunshine 'ore your shoulder
and a mistiness ahead;
the colors of THAT rainbow
only melt across the dead...
.
...which entices me
to deepen still
this solitude I'm in,
and go below
a place I know;
where the doves will never win.
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~Author notes~
This is about being lost and lonely among millions.
Where people within any given city pass you by without a care.
.
© nomad1c
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