Title-A WHITE DOVE.


Crooked,moved,snatched off love,
Bright feathers on a white dove.
A closet to cry,a moon to love,
Hands too tired for a sane glove.

Seeks love,and hates the most,
Drowned heart with a leg on coast.
A thought about human,a forgotten ghost,
Tied with a string but sways the most.

A portrait of mind but colours of heart,
Bewildered sailor with a smooth start,
You have my gaze and every part,
An early failure a late smart.

Speaks every language,still misunderstood,
You live in my head,a bad neighbourhood.
Just once in the night,sleep as you should,
And I'll meet you there,where the dreams stood.

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