...Our Last Dove... Poem by Dmitriy Kokarev
...Our Last Dove...
A seed that holds within a tree
Smile, gleaming ay of happiness
Has now to pay such great a fee
Eyes; now filled with deep nothingness
Sharp; hight pitched sound heard through laughter
Silence; all eyes low with hurt deep
News; back to army, loud thunder
Will I survive once more this leap?
Our last dove; hatched out of our love nest
Return without a hole in your chest!
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4/23/2024 7:43:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I gave this poem a ten because it was one of the best technical poems I have read. Your rhythm and rhyme were excellant. Outstanding! Just outstanding! GW62