Jun 2011
The doves in flight,
Catch the morning light.
Dancing, dancing in the sky.
Little do people realize,
That they're fighting for their lives.
Dancing, to the rhythm of my sigh.
Catch the morning light.
Dancing, dancing in the sky.
Little do people realize,
That they're fighting for their lives.
Dancing, to the rhythm of my sigh.
This poem was inspired from my observations of the relationship between my friend and her boyfriend.
