This is my favourite poem
A City Pigeon
Reminiscing with a heart so torn,
My past is gone, my present worn.
Tomorrow hides a voyage unknown,
Yet I spin naked, skin and bone.
I question deeply who I am,
A lamenting soul, I do all I can.
A bird with tools I thought I’d need,
@_anniecharles@TevinMacharia you are right however the duties of a wedding dress is not to win souls..... and who told you that souls are won only by preaching......