Manifestation
A dove descends
(like a dream made real)
to the puddle by the road.
Did you expect to find a miracle here?
Me neither.
Spirit transforms love
into a bird, feathers and all.
Maybe it means peace.
It probably means nothing.
One dove joined by another.
A pair.
Paradise.
(1st Poetic Muselings Summer Poetry Challenge)
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annewestlund
feywriter
lin52
Margaret Fieland
Margaret
Michele
Poetic Muselings 
Written by annewestlund
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