There's something specific
about the doves' way
of living my life
as a natural result

of today since it's raining

I was concerned that the rain would move the doves, but it seems like there are more doves now than before the big rain. They're feeding in milo fields, and the milo hasn't even been cut, yet.

The more bombers, the less room for doves of peace.

Don't cry while you are reading the book wait until you are done reading it.

And there my little doves did sit With feathers softly brown And glittering eyes that showed their right To general Nature's deep delight.

We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none: for salvation, but it is far off from us.