Little white dove,you talk of the goodness of the people
while your wings are covered in the blood of your father
and you just buried the remaining pieces of your mother.
Tell me how you stay pure and amiable .
Tell me how you stay indifferent at the people who throw rocks at you.
Tell me how you forgive the lumberjacks who cut every tree you built your nest in.
And yet you remember the kindness of one man who shared you his bread crumbs.
How?Little dove.
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Why?Little dove.
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PoetryIt's a film in poetry─A little lively,a little sad,a little death,a little pleasure,a little desire and wishes,a little rest and a little nurturing.
