I have a dove.
it's a good comrade.
It sits next to me and whispers with its eyes.
Its peaceful, and simple.
I feel happy and secure.
It looks slowly in another direction.
I smile. I love the dove.
It suddenly tries to fly.
I hold on, tightly. Afraid to let go.
A sudden fear.
the dove looks reproachfully at me.
I loosen my hold.
I let it go.
and it flies away into the sky.
I look at it, and try to smile.
It swoops near me. And then it vanishes in a blur.
It comes and goes as if to give me comfort.
And now its just a haze.
"If you love something, set it free. If it comes back...it was always yours."
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