When misfortune and pain will subside
When love will be at play
And it will not have to hide
The lonely dove sits in it's nest
Waiting to swell up in pride
And leave behind in detest
The days before it tried
The blissful boy sat on his bed
Listening to the world collide
Unknowing of what was ahead
Unaware of the bumpy ride
The dreary soul fears the night
Where the sun will not abide
And in utter pain and fright
Embarks where the demons preside
This is an amazing poem. So simple and yet so complex. I love the vivid images your writing always presents. The last line sent shivers up my spine. This poem is an impressive mixture of happy and sad, almost grieving in a way. Keep it up. Your writing style is very much your own, even when the words rhyme.
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