White Dove

White Dove short poem

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Ice cold tears running down from my face
but they turn slowly into beautiful flowers

My eyes light up this dark and rainy place
and suddenly I’ve got back my strong powers

I know for now that nothing is changed
I have only found myself
and everything what I heard
was once, everything that I feared

the past is only a nightmare that I leave behind
today go I chase my dreams
and be happy with little things that I can find

‘Cause big things are sometimes not enough
to fill your heart with love
your words tell me that I’m tough
and I see your reflection into something beautiful . . .
in a blank white dove.

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Hello folks,let me tell a little bit about myself;I live in Europe and write poetry since I'm 13,my favorite genre is Fantasy and I like to rhyme,I can't live a day without listening to music :)Hope this is enough . . . feel free to interact me(;Love: BubblingMe
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