The Morning Dove

about life

Whispering in morning

Delicate soft divine

Flying across your millions

Leaving us behind

No place for growth due to crows

They are not our kind

Listening flying away from brutal sounds

Away from all the lies

Morning , morning ,morning

No one ever loves

Just a piece of gold to fill a finger

Flying across your millions

Now you want to kill us doves 

Go to the wall of shame 

You are not welcome here anymore

No more brutal ways 

Take your millions and wipe your own bum cheeks


That's all we ever do 

Leaving us without a clue

Shame on YOU...

The End

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