Walking to bus stop past basin I saw again white pigeon of my poem at tree.
THE MONDAY POST TRACK 4 A) THE SOUNDING BOARD On the wings of a snow-white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above (sign from above) On the wings of a dove (wings of a dove) The body grows weak (body grows weak) The spirit grows numb (spirit grows numb) He doesn't forget us He sends down... Sign in to see full entry.