Dark Poet

White Dove

White Dove
White dove flew over my busy schedule.
I was driving to work,
Cheerlessly contemplating.....
My heart was looking for new adventures,
I was asleep, but in my dreams
               I was   awake!
The white dove flew above gray   clouds,
And lingered with the hopeless crowds,
I heard its voice; it was so loud,
Calling me to eternity.
Right in the moment beautiful,
New thoughts were born.
I followed  the dove; with my eyes closed,
Trusting, that I shall  find my
long-lost love.

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