Ordeal of Tournament
By AndrewFrost
Oh, how the dove cries for a mate sounds of sorrow to find A friend to share the wonders side by side. Fly away to a land of glee To see the need I will seek the arms of loneliness. Till fortune I discover along the visible path Of mourners searching for an answer to all. Up high to the sky Clouds will hide my tears As I continue the calling cries of the dove ring out. Written October 28th, 2001 © on Oct 28 2001 12:42 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Oh, how the dove cries for a mate..."