A dove she nests, resting her wings in the 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,
Perception from above.
In minds with wings that soar with winds.
In coves and trees and thoughts of natures warmth within.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 10th, 2025 20:40
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Comments1
A peaceful feel to this poem that speaks in symbols of deeper things it calls out. Nicely done
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