Dove
Dove
Look, the flock of pigeons flying over the rooftops,
Imprint their figures in the blue sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
The fluttering wings are like white epiphany,
In the rushing wind, bloom with joy.
A lively flock of pigeons weaves through the woods,
Flapping his wings 'quack' and ringing,
The sun weaves the light and shadow of the road with flames,
Transmitted from above the sky,
With the flock of pigeons dancing in the wind,
Fly together in the air and fly freely.
Under the tranquil canopy,
The white waves continue to surge high into the sky,
Faintly flickering.
Plated with glamorous gold,
Startled by a charming brilliance,
Fade in,
Confused peaks in the distance.
Like a free soul,
Despise the death of all forms,
The smoke clouds that stir up life,
Merge into the vastness and vastness.
With the flutter of the wings,
Approaching the sun of poetry,
Even if ignited by the flame of holiness,
Soar in the free skies, too.
Like a group of beautiful angels,
Sow crumpled thoughts,
Above the sparkling lake,
Illuminate all the illusions of the world!
No one can come close to the legendary eternity,
It only disturbed her sleeping dreams,
The glow is a beautiful shawl,
The flock of white doves flying in the wind,
It's her most beautiful makeup.
When they flap their wings,
There will be beautiful music,
Flowing between the wings,
Wake people from their slumber.
This flock of white doves is born in the light,
Representing peace and hope,
They listen to the wind shaking the fallen leaves,
Seeing the flame of dreams burning among the branches and leaves,
They will flap their wings and move forward in the light.
Because they are attracted by the power of the sky,
Knowing the noblest of men,
Always your own soul!
When the first encounter of the heart,
Passion sprouts from the sky and the sea,
They with their white wings,
Pray for pure souls!
Dedicate the lines of light to the sunshine,
Scattered into a silvery dream,
This flock of white doves streaked across the silent sky......