Rising, falling,
Gliding, flying.
Mantled in whispers of cloud,
Little white dove blissfully endowed.
Rising, falling,
Gliding, flying.
Softy embracing a heavenly tone,
Fly little white dove in skies unknown.
Rising, falling,
Gliding, flying.
Little white dove rise beyond the dance,
Through the power of a rhythmic trance.
© Chrissy Siggee
Archived in: 🦋 Poetry Mix
I can “see” the little white dove! She makes me smile. Blessings, Chrissy!
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Thank you Cindy.
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Beautiful
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Thank you Athira.
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Lovely!
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Thank you, kind sir. 🙂
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You capture the movement so elegantly and rhythmically
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Thank you, Derrick.
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Very discriptive and Sweet. Thank you.:)
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What a delicate poem. I can see the dove dancing in the sky. Beautiful!
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Thank you.
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