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White Dove, She was...to be continued
She was like a dream her deep
stare, in her eyes I was losing
myself…
Had wings to fly but was afraid
the wind blew into uncharted
lands.
Being I the perfect stranger I
give her shelter.
She arrives without hope, as I
leave with the disgrace;
the White Dove took away my
desire to continue to love and
await for the day that the fruit
of our passion gives birth, until
then I will be born again.
I am left alone counting the
feathers on her wings.
