Sunday, 1 November 2015

For you, the loyal readers of my blog.

The White Dove

The rain splattered
on a ground long tattered.
Swirling the mud beneath
singing in pure rhapsody.

Under a hot tin roof
On a white lime wall
spewing forth dark green goo,
sat a dove, a pure white dove.

While the rain sang,
her lilting tune, and
the world danced in ecstatic hue.

But the dove...
The pure white dove
sat on the white lime wall
spewing dark green goo.

Enjoy! Let me know your opinions and comments soon.

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