Doves
Doves are my cries
Their feathers my tears
Numerous unchanging unstable unclear
I cry for clarity
Through the deep dark song
Relentlessly it stifles me
And casts my words into the great beyond
I will surrender to the deep dark sleep
Doves are my cries
My feathers are my tears
Unlike the dove I wish
Winter was near
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