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The Dove
In this city when the finer lives
wrap their arms around you,
the embrace so public and unbelievable,
you question what is
beautiful and rising.
And in their words
like lights taking you over with rope,
the declaration of who you are,
stands still
with a single touch, a look so precise
and endearing
like a dove
with no motives
no skill
A poem beautifully put and grotesquely to the point. In its simplicity the reader can only think, "yeah, we really do have to question everything around us"
Because everything changes every single day, especially our outlooks.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.