The Dove Poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
The Dove
Out of the sunshine and out of the heat,
Out of the dust of the grimy street,
A song fluttered down in the form of a dove,
And it bore me a message, the one word--Love!
Ah, I was toiling, and oh, I was sad:
I had forgotten the way to be glad.
Now, smiles for my sadness and for my toil, rest
Since the dove fluttered down to its home in my breast!
Friday, April 2, 2010
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4/18/2024 7:49:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem sucks major balls