A bird of white,
A dove,
A bird of peace,
And love.
It flies through the skies,
Spreading happiness and hope,
The feeling of bereavement,
It helps you to cope.
A bird of black,
A crow,
A bird of death,
And owe.
It flies through the skies,
Spreading darkness and destruction,
Bringing anger,
And construction.
A girl that's all alone,
She's a bird without a home,
She paints the doves, dark as night,
She colors the crows, white as light.
They fly through the sky,
They're a master of disguise,
Filled with possibility,
And lies.
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Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I created. Includes: seasonal, fantasy, magical, etc.
