realization of time

As I look into the eyes of my past generations, I see a perched bird of trials unspoken of.
Feathers of innocence form its wings of love, and sense its worth is known in the heavens above.
I hear its sweet song of agony, and I fall to my knees crying tears for its undying love.
Though it will fly away, I will always hold in my heart a vividly white dove.



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