4. d o v e
"DOVE"
White doves call me out
gently pushing me to fly
high above the pretty skies.
*
Their only freedom
lay in my soft fragile hands
begging to now be released.
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"DOVE"
White doves call me out
gently pushing me to fly
high above the pretty skies.
*
Their only freedom
lay in my soft fragile hands
begging to now be released.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen4U.Com