abound the blue

high above
there be no dove
no floating sign
nor signals whine
 
this, a memory,
deficit be
your dove above
could mean all of
all but flying high
above the wall
 
its ice as cold
of new, of old
its message bring
shant let yea sing
 
it may fall
nor fly at all
but if recede
your wall, well tall
never bleed.
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