The Angel and the Dove

The morning Dove came to sing
when the first glint of dawn brushed the world.
His beautiful song melancholy, dusted with delight.
His feathers spread white as snow handsome in his right.

The angel sat nearby, listening to his song.
Sunlight making sparkles bright shining in her hair.
She began to feel the breeze and something stirred within
Her own tune rose deep from her chest her beauty truly seen.

The angel and the Dove, the two are always near.
They bring peace and comfort, to a soul worn and torn.
Mending is a process and it’s nice to know we are never alone.
Angels and Doves the friends of soul, heart, spirit.

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Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

It is a lovely image you present, and a beautiful idea. Well done! Sam