The call of the dove

/ Rugby Lion


​Whenever in rains
​I remember it all.
​Old men alone
​reading the writings
​of the past.
​
​But surging with hot
blood ​I do not dwell.
​
​Before my eyes
​a world that springs up.
​The call of the dove
​And I begin to know
​what happiness is.

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