Love, could I but send you my doves <br />my mourning doves <br />that their call <br />may drive away and lament <br />whatever ills tie you <br />I would <br /> <br />I sometimes feel like those hollow boned birds <br />a wing on it <br />a feather on the tip, small <br />lacking power to fly <br />helpless, save for my tiny part of the whole<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-deeps/
