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wings of a dove

worldly pleasures
all forgotten
a quest and a search for something lost
it never existed
or did it?
from times immemorial?

the beat of hooves on solid rock
or the mysterious buzzing in my ears
the unclear patch of wood
or all that iron rusting .and red

a dangerous illusion
that floats by
waves in the sea or sands in the air?
rounds and squares of pillars and froth.
the hands of fate
brewing a brackish broth.

a mirage of tranquility
that cheats the eye
a stone against a softness so calm
peace and white and warm delights.
beating in rhythm
the wings of a dove and a bleak dark heart.

--I later found out that 'Wings of The dove'
is something that very much exists
as a novel (by Henry James)
--The title is, thus, a complete coincidence!

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Carpe Diem... said…
gal wat were u thinkin of??..while painting this beautiful white dove??...its got a velvety warmth yet a strange detachment to it...
April 30, 2007 at 10:53 PM
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