Doc Nightingale

Eyes like doves

behind a veil…

Blood red

stabbing heart

those eyes do impale..

As a silent

taste of love

quietly we prevail..

All imagination,

or a fantasy tale…

♥♥♥

This piece has a stolen

first line

from

phoebemd.com

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