White-winged dove, relaxing in her cooing perch.
Loving all the silence, welcoming serenity.
Freeing all her willful notions,
Fully from mentality.
Seeking all solutions when,
Returning to reality.
Releasing sufferings of the heart,
Completely from her entity.
Cleansing of her spirit,
Resuming her vitality.
Tranquility of a white-winged dove.
Accepting, heavenly prosperity.
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Beautifully peaceful, and wonderfully worded.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
DeleteI love the gentle hope that flows from this and a feeling of renewal of peace to the heart and all it's aches. This is truly lovely like a dove Vicki! 🌷
ReplyDeleteThanks, Carrie. :)
DeleteReads like a prayer for grace.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteJust like the white wing dove sings a song sounds like she's singin' coo, baby, coo, say coo....
ReplyDeleteMy silly Stevie Nicks variations aside, this poem is just aromatic with sweet stillness and calm.
Lol, love that song! Thank you.
DeleteAbsolutely gorgeous, Vicki!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sara.
DeleteInteresting rhyming!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rosemary.
Deletein the stillness of a moment, a petition, a prayer, a breath to just exhale and let it all be ...
ReplyDeleteinteresting writing
Beautiful thoughts. Thanks, Pat.
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