I heard the thunder in a sunny day; standing by I saw the lightning strike it hit the fountain where doves drink. And with the roar of a million dynamites- the little doves were slowly going to sleep. Looking around I saw a little boy crying, an old man in the bench was too old to say, Indeed, time... Sign in to see full entry.
TWO LITTLE DOVES
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