mourning dov sigh soft
while a storm rolls over
while the rest of earth stirs w/o thot
u alone weep for the weary sky
and let tears befrind
weep 4 me grey dov
and tho u hide
and the sky shuts its dark eyes
i kno ther is one heart like mine
stil and redy for the nite.
5-30-04
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