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May 2019
white birds
doves of pure love
fly side by side
between heaven and earth
touching white wings
from time to time
kissing beaks
wingtip caresses
going higher and higher
up to dappled-gray clouds
watered drops fall
golden drops of balm
heaven coming closer
earth falling behind
one dove of white
looks back at the other
then soars away
and one dove descends
finds its home
alone in the treetops
This poem was created from a dream my uncle had at my aunt's passing.
Sharon Flynn
Written by
Sharon Flynn  70/F/Brimfield, MA
(70/F/Brimfield, MA)   
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