La Paloma
You flew into my hands, a sorrowful thing,I could feel your fluttering heart, a trembling in
your wings.
As I smoothed your feathers I felt your heart
grow stronger,
And I knew I could not hold you any longer.
Fly, Paloma Blanca, I offer no resistance,
You must explore your freedom, the beauty of
your existence.
Although I love you, I can only pray
You'll remember the one who caressed your life,
and return to me someday.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.