I am a crow in the grave in front of the church. The place I live in is unsightly. My world has always been as lifeless as the cemetery. But a group of white doves fly over the church in front of the grave every day. Their all-white feathers bring hope and beauty to people, but I am hated and reviled by people. If possible, I also want to have white feathers. If...
How can a white dove kiss a crow?
Intention: Love is love