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Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Paloma Blanca

this white dove
chained inside.
you made it fly
for another day

la paloma blanca
it flies to green fields
of hope and release
trying to find you

over bridges across
the morning river,
roofs glimmering
in flowing light

this white dove,
chained at night,
feels its heart,
the sky, in flight

my paloma blanca
come rest on my hand,
lean your head
against my shoulder

we are the same,
two of a kind,
to rest and to fly,
to live and to die





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