Little doves

Little doves,
there is a sky that lurks above you
a fleeting river below you
a loveless bloody river
save your white feathers
as they turn red with every tear drop
who talks of dying
we are eternally doomed to live
no ground under your feet
little doves you were sent together
from a bleak ray of sunshine
seen in every eight thousand years
with every blow of the whisper
from the wind
one flew away
so far souls apart
never came back
to the heartbeat that once beat only for its mate
little dove, are you lost?

We all are.

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