A Gift Of Doves Poem by james watkin

A Gift Of Doves

Dear children, hold out your hands.
Angel-blessings!
For what serene and sedate
Embody love.

Divine ones, who now await
Heaven-sent things!
As float these white cloud puffs down
For gentle dove.

Wednesday, September 4, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: bird
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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