White Dove

Gasping for air a little,

Sipping iced coffee a little,

Day not as bleak as the weather,

As I gather my senses together.

Hope for the future today,

Things will go well we hope,

Keeping the storm at bay,

With the trouble it brings we cope.

Won’t get troubled by love,

Love will aid us even,

Keeping an eye on the white dove,

A new spirit for tomorrow has risen.

Still frail and young this new hope,

Nonetheless promising,

Exciting times ahead dawns,

Forget the mistakes we could be making.


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