Thursday, September 21, 2017

A forgotten dove


Light
with my wings
winsome and white
harbinger of peace
with love
I fly above
like a forgotten dove

chirping, I soar
I rise above countries
all boundaries, in sight no more
underneath I see
lovely lands
warm waters
​​​​​​​mighty mountains
beckoning me

beautiful people
waving at me
wanting me to come down
they are singing
enough, we have had enough
to each other
we have been more
than cruel and tough
come down come down
we’d not cage you anymore
you will live in our work, in our chore
come down come down
from north to south
west to east
your seat
is our crown
come down come down

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