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The Holy Sound of a Mourning Dove
How unfortunate
to be human.
Saints, Gods
peasants and kings
to a tiny bird
those words mean
nothing.
to be human.
Saints, Gods
peasants and kings
to a tiny bird
those words mean
nothing.
Published 5th Sep 2020
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5th Sep 2020 1:12am
5th Sep 2020 1:49am
5th Sep 2020 2:17am
5th Sep 2020 4:16am
5th Sep 2020 4:56am
Dear N,
What a realization when life as a human is so troubling. Introspection here has me reflecting and wanting to fly away and leave behind all this madness. H🌷
What a realization when life as a human is so troubling. Introspection here has me reflecting and wanting to fly away and leave behind all this madness. H🌷
5th Sep 2020 8:12am
5th Sep 2020 11:27am
There’s more to this world than humans. Sometimes that’s forgotten. Awareness is the key... that’s the message. Great write Nikki...
5th Sep 2020 5:23pm
13th Sep 2020 9:49pm
Thanks for putting it into perspective. We humans can be awfully self-righteous... ❤️
