A dove flies to the heavens
An angel is born,
flying high as a dove;
watching over the ones they love.
Nothing can replace what is lost.
Nothing can replace who you are,
the way you changed
everyone you touched,
everyday you met.
A dove flies past the heavens,
yet will never leave.
i really love this. i think you're finally finding the poet inside yourself here, not that you were bad before but you seemed more confident in your short stories than in your poetry before i saw this one :) i like how you seem to be more of a comic writer and yet you can still come out with something heartfelt and emotional like this. great job!
ReplyDeleteThank you Lisa, means a lot. I am glad I can touch people and that my poetry is finally getting to that point.
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