Two doves nestle on a honeysuckle branch, as dust revealed by the sun drifts in the afternoon air. Passing thoughts of nothing in particular in vain express a scene inherently rich. Calm breaths hope not to disturb the falling leaves that remind the doves of branches less stable.
Author: Nick Saba
I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses.
