May 2017
It's plain to see
If you look through one's eyes,
Deep into one's soul,
If you listen with your heart,
Feel with your senses,
And speak with actions--
The empathetic language of love,
Pay attention to the pain
Hidden amongst the chaos,
All the silent calls for help
Put out to the universe--
The cries of the defeated,
Ordinary pigeons,
Each one not realising
That society has convinced it
That it is not a dove.
By Lady R.F. (C)2017
If you look through one's eyes,
Deep into one's soul,
If you listen with your heart,
Feel with your senses,
And speak with actions--
The empathetic language of love,
Pay attention to the pain
Hidden amongst the chaos,
All the silent calls for help
Put out to the universe--
The cries of the defeated,
Ordinary pigeons,
Each one not realising
That society has convinced it
That it is not a dove.
By Lady R.F. (C)2017
This piece is all over the place, it fell out that way.
I don't like to play with what comes out.
It says what it was supposed to say,
Who am i to fiddle with my muses ink. Lol
I don't like to play with what comes out.
It says what it was supposed to say,
Who am i to fiddle with my muses ink. Lol
(Sydney, Australia.)
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