Let two grey turtledoves,
Clapping against the clouds,
On their backs the sun,
Be the symbol of our love.
Let a crumbling moon
In a blue sodden sky
Be a keepsake of sadness
Felt with your goodbye.
And the faithful geese from
Europe's cold winter turn
Homeward bound to Africa
Be a sign of my love's return.
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Let two grey turtledoves, Clapping against the clouds, these very first two verses gave me tickling effect in me as i read....... you are sooooooo imaginative my dear poet. wonderful writing with a great positive note....... thank you. tony