Dove

In the Vacant Spaces of Quietude

๐ˆ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฏ๐š๐œ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ž๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ž

๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ค ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฒ

๐ˆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ

๐–๐ข๐ง๐-๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐    ๐ฌ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ

I๐ง๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ

 

 ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐›๐ž๐š๐ญ

 

 ๐“๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ง’๐ญ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐š๐ข๐ง

๐‘๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ  

๐–๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ  

๐ข๐ง  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ  

 

 Hear my  ๐’๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ฌ  ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž

 

 ๐ƒ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ

๐ˆ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ž!

๐“๐ก๐ž  ๐’๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž  

๐š๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ ๐š๐ณ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ’๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ  

 

๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅness

 

๐Ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง ๐š ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž

๐ฐ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐

๐๐จ๐ฐ, ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž’๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ญ

๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ  

๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ž๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ž๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ  

๐š๐ง๐  ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ  

 

๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ก

Comments9

  • Fay Slimm.

    What a perfectly toned first line of this tender reflection of love as it was - a heart-tugging read Dove.

    • Dove

      Thanks so much! Dear Fay!

    • orchidee

      Oohh OK, I'll come back then. I won't stay away. Dunno why I went in the first place. lol.

      • Dove

        lol Thanks for coming back

        • orchidee

          I came back a month ago (date of my comment. lol). I never knew I been back so long! Seems like only 5 minutes. lol.

        • ron parrish aka wordman

          such a sad write,i guess we all miss someone

          • Dove

            Hey Ron, yes we all miss someone! Thanks for stopping by

          • Accidental Poet

            A very beautiful love poem Dove. We all miss someone. ๐Ÿ‘

            • Dove

              Thanks AP, yes we do! Thanks again for stopping by

            • Goldfinch60

              Very emotive words Dove superbly written.

              Andy

              • Dove

                Thanks Andy, youโ€™re so kind!

              • L. B. Mek

                Brilliant!

                • Dove

                  Oh My! Short but sweet! Thanks

                • Neville


                  this is what we call a love song .. spoken not sung .. beautiful words Dove x

                  • Dove

                    Thanks Dearest Neville, much appreciated

                  • Trenz Pruca

                    Loved the opening. The vacant spaces of quietude -- how often in life have we been there. Thank you Dove.

                    • Dove

                      Thank you kindly! So glad you enjoyed the poem!

                    • Teddy.15

                      Kudos ๐Ÿ’–

                      • Dove

                        Thanks Teddy๐ŸŒน



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