Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The Dove

One day they laugh with cheer
The next day you’re filled with fear
You get the feeling something’s wrong
Nah, he’s all right, my friend is strong

Two days pass and not a word
And here’s a sign, a little white bird
Seated on your window sill
Then it hits you, you feel the chill

The snow white dove holds in his beak
A photo of the friend you seek
He drops it there in front of you
While this face no more stares at you

This here little dove
Opens your heart filled with love
Though only a picture remains of their face
Your friend is surely in a better place

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