A dove she nests, resting her wings in a cove,
Sweetly eating her garden clove.
A shadow perched atop the wall.
The dove she sprang at the shadows call.
For it be mere reflections of,
Reality and perception from above.
In minds with wings that soar with winds.
In coves and trees and natures mind within.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 26th, 2025 09:55
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Comments1
Symbolic in its images this poem speaks in metaphor. Very nice
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