sing my little city dove, sing
for their is delight in the songs you bring,
upon sunny day's and warm skies
while sirens ring and the city cries.
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theres something about watching birds fly, isn't there, a sort of free and longing emotion that flows through you. this poem demonstrated that better than i'd think was possible. thanks
There is a sense of longing, anticipation.........as in seeing the dove leave my backyard, then anxiously await its return! Excellent.
Very poignant. May that little dove always sing for you. Warm regards, Sandra