In skies of blue, the doves take flight,
Their feathers gleam in purest white.
With grace they soar, in tranquil air,
Their beauty, pure beyond compare.
Their gentle coos, a soothing song,
In harmony, they glide along.
Their beauty, simple, yet profound,
In silence, they astound.
But in this world where humans dwell,
Beauty's judged, by standards, they tell.
For human beauty, a different plight,
Bound by judgments, dimming light.
Where doves find solace in the trees,
Human beauty faces scrutiny.
In magazines and on the screen,
Perfection's sought, but rarely seen.
Yet in the quiet of the day,
Doves are left to freely sway.
Their beauty praised, their wings unfurled,
Respected in their simple world.
So let us learn from doves above,
To cherish beauty, not just of,
The outward form that meets the eye,
But inner grace that cannot die.
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This house was never a home
PoesíaThis place was never home, The things that lie in it was memorizing some a taunting memory other pleasant some not
