THE FROZEN DOVE
Hey, world! I dare to ask you if you noticed that lonely dove on a white path.
It didn't have a shelter but it had something warm in its tiny brain.
The winter was frosty with its crystal chain.
Which snowflake may have a fear to fly like a crane?
A crane hardly meets a winter anywhere.
Cranes knit their roads instead of their nests.
Hey snowflakes! I dare to ask you if you took the dove somewhere else.
The winter was frosty and the dove's wings were in laze.
The dove's nest disappeared but who knows why and when.
Its weak beak would fail to knit a new nest in another place.
The dove's frozen body was probably taken with a spade.
Hey world! I dare to ask you if the dove was here with its quiet breath.
Was the dove born and did it grow up to get a mate?
The dove was probably nothing else but a told tale.
Hey world! I dare to ask you again.