Rise up, my dove.
Rise up!Don’t give up, my love
Don’t give up!You need comfort and love, my dear
But I fear, my dear
You’ll have to dry your tears
Fight for life sincereRise above, my dear
© REDCAT
Rise above!
Been working on music and echo poetry lately so here’s a short thing I wrote after watching Gentleman Jack on HBO.
Also posted to The music of alliteration, assonance, and consonance hosted by Björn at dVerse.
The world according to RedCat 
A beautiful poem of hope!
Thank you!
Pretty, caring, nurturing ❤
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Hopeful and wonderful words dear Poet.
Thank you!
You are welcome dear poet.
I like the encouragement and optimism.
It is a reminder. In the relation of hawk and dove, hawk is the ruling, so to speak. Both, though, fly. A lioness is not pray. Foolish pride. Thank you.
Nicely done!
Too many times it seems impossible to rise above for anyone these days…. may at least the dove have wings
If we didn’t rise above, we’d all be in a hopeless quadmire! Good advice.
correct spelling … quadmire ..
YEESH! Try again ….. QUAGMIRE !! Sorry about that