Outside my window pane,
I caught something strange
but also familiar—
White as the snow flakes
Eyes begging for comfort
without even saying a word.I paced closer,
those eyes mirrored something
Staring at me for a long time
Heavy rain fell,
but the dove didn't move a bit.Maybe it just wanted to take cover
or maybe it has nowhere else to go to
and no one else to share the warmth with,
"The feeling is mutual lonesome dove"
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UNHEARD SCREAM
Poetry"Too many things that were better left unsaid, that had to be left unsaid." I am tired of all the lies and betrayal. And of broken promises that were never meant to be fulfilled. But amidst all those uneasiness, I keep on writing my thoughts to less...