white dove

When all is gone that you ever believed in

you have come to where I have always been.

When there is darkness now where there was light before

than you have closed that very last door.

When there is no sound anymore where there once was laughter,

there was never a before and there will be no after.

When it is cold where there was so much love,

it will never fly again the hope that was the white dove.

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  • #1

    Michael Leventhal (Tuesday, 22 April 2014 20:29)

    So sad. So still.. quiet. Please let this be the first stanza of a grander poem that celebrates life.