I call her dove:for purity
An Original Poem by Ezra Vancil
I call her dove:
for purity
she thinks it’s cute.
she likes the thought,
that she could be…
purity
by love
and sought
through corridors, halls,
pushing doors in captured time
rousing slumber’s impatient mind
she thinks it’s cute
I think she climbs
moving walls
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I call her dove:
for purity
she wonders why
but likes the thought
impunity by love
the questions brought
through corridors,
halls,
and tears
of waterfalls locked in time
frozen fears
thaw…
prehistoric crime
purity, by love
she takes it slight
I call her dove:
an angel's light
but too close above
her strings of youth forgot
not for the weak the root we’ve wrought!
I call her dove:
for purity
for when I look it’s what I find.
I like the thought–
she
pure
defined
not in her eyes
but in mine
