Carolyn Sears

Rookie (March 30-1950 / Magnolia, Arkansas)

The White Dove - Poem by Carolyn Sears

A white dove came to me

The sun was high..

The dove sit upon my swing

The sun was high, ,

As his eyes burnt into my


The sun was high..

As he carried me upon his


The sun was high..

As we descended into the


I seen a shadow as we whisk

Within and above the sky..

The face that linger beyond

The sky..

Gently smile and to just fade

Into the simmering light..

The sun was high..

But, yet the dream felt real

As his eyes burnt within my


As the bright light engulfed

A white dove came to me

And the sun was high

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011

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