Perhaps the greatest measure of beauty
Is in nature unimpeded, a freedom to be
Take for one, what the white winged dove sings
I don't wish to cage or make mine its wings
Merely draw it near and profit from its song
When again the dreaded silence comes along
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 3:52 AM UTC
Perhaps the greatest measure of beauty
Is in nature unimpeded, a freedom to be
Take for one, what the white winged dove sings
I don't wish to cage or make mine its wings
Merely draw it near and profit from its song
When again the dreaded silence comes along
