The Doves I’ve Loved

Give me a moment ofhope and I’ll look awry.The doves I’ve loved haveturned to crows in my sky. Place me up on a pavilionand play no games or deceiveI’ll love blindly and givewithout expecting to receive. The fields of grass we playin have turned barren sour.There are those who breakbonds of peace killing flowers. Blossom…