Tears of a Fleeing Dove

In the hush of twilight’s gentle grace,
A dove takes flight from a hidden place,
Its wings, like whispers, brush the sky,
As it leaves behind a tearful cry.

With feathers soft as the morning dew,
It soars above, in the fading view,
A messenger of love and peace,
Seeking solace, seeking release.

In the stillness of the quiet morn,
Its tears of sorrow, forever worn,
Each drop a testament to the heart’s lament,
A story of love, so heaven-sent.

Oh, tears of a fleeing dove,
Carry messages from high above,
In your liquid language, we find a song,
A melody of hope that rights the wrong.

Through stormy skies and tempest’s roar,
The dove endures, forevermore,
A symbol of resilience, undying love,
Guided by the tears from the skies above.

Though it may weep in its lonely flight,
It carries with it a beacon of light,
For in those tears, a promise lies,
That love will triumph, and hope shall rise.

So let us listen to the dove’s soft cry,
As it soars, never asking why,
For in its tears, we find the way,
To brighter tomorrows, a brand-new day.