At first light, I turn my head
towards an open window
and listen to the dove’s lament.
I know his pain. I know his cry.
He weeps in such a way
that makes me wish
I could answer,
but only God or another dove
can heed that call.
I turn my head away from the window,
pull warm covers back over my ears
and wait for him to fly away.
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This poem was full of feeling and sadness. It is one that anyone can relate to. I am a fan of this piece and its writer.
thank you my sweet friend