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When Doves Cry

by braveandrecklessblog

holding my heart

like a wounded dove

in my palm

it flutters delicate wings

that tickle fingertips

when you reach out

to gently stroke it

reading the story in my eyes

you support my shaking hand

with yours

we hold it together

and both dove

and I

sigh

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Posted on April 29, 2017 at 12:00 PM in Christine.R., Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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3 Comments to “When Doves Cry”

    
  1. Mr. Militant Negro
    April 29, 2017 at 2:06 PM

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

    Reply
    

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