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Mourning Dove

June 23, 2010 by · No comments

Mariana Velichkova

Photo: hickory hardscrabble

You have told me:
Your heart is a bird.
On my question
What kind?
You’ve answered:
A mourning dove.
I was about to ask
What do you mean?
But I stopped

He knows me pretty well.

But there is a secret
to make your heart swell:

All universes and planets
are not vast enough
to hold the love
and sorrow
of a mourning dove.

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