Piano
Softly, like our morning sky,
in the first kiss of spring.
Peace, carried by doves.
Softly, like the sky
in the first kiss of sunrise.
Peace, carried by doves.
Softly, like our love, our hugs,
handshakes with both hands.
Peace, carried by doves.
Softly, like our earliest kisses,
laughter as our noses bump.
Peace, carried by doves.
Softly, in our elder infatuation,
we whisper words of appreciation.
Peace, carried by doves.
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