Dove-Strung

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Tentative moon

swooning at the night

flight of the newly formed

the storms sit far behind

 

Stilling depressions

confessions of the just begun

under sung to protect the heart

tender starts need time

 

Thoughts saunter

hearts wander through reeds

love pleads in breathes

first steps of the dove-strung

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“…they were like Northern stars…”

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