Evening Dove


Tuft of feather, down and dusk,

Coos a Dove, under the brush.

Alight on wing, to coming night.

A star reflects her humble flight.

On waves of air, this gentle glide,

Caressing the sky, she swims and dives.

A dance of grace, o’r setting sun.

Embraces her nest, the day is done.

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Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

So beautiful, the grace of a dove!

Very lovely write here.

Voted up +++ and sharing . . . will later, having problems with computer :)

God bless, Faith Reaper

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