The frightened dove before me
Sits with broken wings
she Knows she can't ignore me
So she screeches as she sings
There's hatred in her soul
Her eyes shows she abhors me
But the fear is there mixed with despair
She can't stop coming toward me.
My whispers hold her captive
Assuring her she's safe
As fingers touch her feathered neck
Their tightening grasp has sealed her fate
Monday, March 21, 2011
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