Tuesday, March 23, 2021

White Dove


Dried already flowers in a hug
The white dove marched home
Fly through the storm
High in the clouds
Disappearing in the black sky
Goodbye memories
Until when will it be
I have to wait
Happy days like the old days?
With love back intimate
Make out one more time
The promise of a million stars
In a hug It's such a clear morning