Perched quietly in a tree, nestled among a web of tangled branches, the dove regards me with quiet curiosity. Its steady gaze feels both gentle and inquisitive, as if trying to understand the presence of an unexpected observer in its peaceful world.
I meet its gaze with a stillness of my own, feeling as though, in that silent moment, we share a brief understanding across the divide of species and thought.
4 comments:
...the dove of peace keep flying.
It brought me peace.
I meet its gaze with a stillness of my own, feeling as though, in that silent moment, we share a brief understanding across the divide of species and thought.
Your words are always stunning.
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