White Dove - Diary 2 Poem by Dove Journeys

White Dove - Diary 2



Now i'm flying above the land
I see many little houses
I see the sun has go down to the west
I can't follow him... Tired... Too tired
It's time for me to go down

Hhmm I see a small house
Very quite... Like no living creature
I go closer... Even more closer...
Try to get near to the window...
It's dark inside...

I try to see through the curtains
I am hear something...
What's that...
Yes... I see it and try to make it clear
With my two eyes
A lady is crying, she looks depressed
I see something in her hand...
What's that... It's a small book with pink colour on Its cover...

She looks hurt... Her face like a death meet... So white, so sorrow...
Why are you crying?
I still don't know why...
Only I hear the sadness song from this room

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