the sun was high <br />no clouds in the sky <br />i flew on the wings of love <br />i went up so happy to fly <br />then came crashing down <br />and landed on the poor white dove <br /> <br />his beak pierced my heart <br />and so i expired <br />for it was like a dart <br />or the spire of a king's crown <br /> <br />you frowned a bit <br />and then rejoiced <br />as freedom hit <br />thus happily you voiced <br />that you had won <br />it was all done <br />and you had lost not a wit<br /><br />C.S. Keskuela<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sad-dove-tale/
