“The Turtle Doves”


I know not why
the turtle doves cry
when I last heard laughter
so shortly after
the morn.


It troubles me much
the turbulence, such
a distressing sound
from each vocal mound
sweetly borne from their throats.
The injustice, it floats
to my eyes.


And the message, it hovers.
Like a shroud, it still covers
the lies.

3 responses to ““The Turtle Doves”

  1. Oh my goodness!! I can’t believe this. I so remember this piece from oh-so-long ago. I always loved it.

  2. oh sweetie this is beautiful! Well done!

  3. I believe I may still have a copy of this somewhere. Beautiful!

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