The cooing
of a morning dove.
A song of sorrow
or one of love?
Was her mate
breakfast for a fox.
Or does it welcome
the new day?
One symbol and
metaphor away
from a tale of sorrow
or one of love.
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Author:
Jerry Reynolds (
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wot else is a metaphor for eh' very cleva & very much enjoyed mate ..
Thanks, Neville.
Good write Jerry.
Thanks, Orchi.
From this I have a real feeling of never fully knowing or understanding anything - a pretty healthy state to be in...So thanks, Jerry.
Thanks, Dave.
I feel the same. About the time I touch the knowing it seems to dart about a bit.
Beautiful Poem 🙂 I love birds and get to see doves daily and have wondered things of where is its mate I saw b4 and then I pray for them, Anyway love this sweet poem ... I sense hurt and healing all in one- God Loves you take care and I will keep tabs on
your stuff
Thanks, A.M.
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