On the Wings of a Dove
Tears still f
a
l
l
when I think of him,
oh, memories of my beloved will never ever dim.
I can still hear his words and feel his caress,
for even death cannot destroy the love of us;
and when he left me
on the wings
of a dove
I froze . . .
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December 10, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/On the Wings of a Dove
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