what does a dove so lovely mourn over?
Is it for love that's not yet found,
or maybe one that's worn and broken down?
Could it be for love that's lost?
Here you sit broken, heart cold as frost.
No, that feels more like me,
sometimes when I cannot see,
the full lush forrest whilst I wander out amongst the trees.
Is it for self that you mourn,
or is it something much more forlorn?
Perhaps you are singing songs of sadness and despair,
to show us that our world's in disrepair.
For my part I know the fate,
right now I feel I must escape,
run from all my hurt and pain,
oh please lord just let it rain.
And then you sing that haunting song,
your coo-ing makes me strangely calm.
With your song I reminisce,
on all the love in my life that I now miss.
But in the hopes one day they will return,
I sing with you that sad, sad song,
my heart unburdened.
~D. Archer
Normally, I wouldn't post this sort of thing on this site, but as of late there has been much suffering in my life. I find comfort in knowing that there are other things out there that can still be beautiful, while carrying such a deep, evoking name. These creatures are not only beautiful but a true wonder in their peaceful calm nature, thus they inspired me to write this poem and post it for everyone to see.
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