A DOVE WITH LOVE

A dove with love

Fears nothing from above

This dove is like the banished

Living love famished

Flying alone sends chills through the bones

Something nature condones

When the air whispers

The trees in pleasure stroke their whiskers

And the dove feels worse

Where is its half? Could this be a curse?

Hope of a meeting

Keeps deceiving

And it moves on in a world which mocks

In an ego which painfully rocks

Doomed emotions

Tired cold wings

A dove without love

Just keep looking up above

The wing holder will come

To make you complete

Tags LONELINESS., love, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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