Oh, my dear mourning dove,
a sweet voice sending ripples through the
morning air.
My dear mourning dove,
voice having been troubled and lost,
and then found again,
with sweet benevolence.
My dear mourning dove,
with a voice that beings
crave
to hear sing their ‘Good morning,’s,
Oh my dear mourning dove,
tickling tympanum,
curving lips upward, and
singing reverse lullabies.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
Oh, my dear mourning dove,
a sweet voice sending ripples through the
morning air.
My dear mourning dove,
voice having been troubled and lost,
and then found again,
with sweet benevolence.
My dear mourning dove,
with a voice that beings
crave
to hear sing their ‘Good morning,’s,
Oh my dear mourning dove,
tickling tympanum,
curving lips upward, and
singing reverse lullabies.
For Hannah
