Tag Archives: Doves

Voice Mail

The voice spoke as the doves cooing softly, Over smooth lake water in the late afternoon. At once soothing and quickening my heart, Trembling, trepid and uncertain but certain. Her image appeared with the words as I stood staring through … Continue reading

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Oooh, la la, lah

    Can we call it green under blue Dark to black but still green under White blue of nighting sky slow to call Itself another day dying and in doing Give in to cold of night in twilight’s Glimmer above … Continue reading

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