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A dove flies out to find a perch
and comes back empty-handed
time and time and time again
Flying the nest, you search for purchase
Mountain tops and river beds
are all you know, until
you pull my carcass from the earth
on which you landed,
new from where you’ve been
My skin’s akin to burning furnace
Stay-behinds and go-aheads
filled my veins to force me still
A new beginning, a virgin birth,
no longer stranded
Freedom from the sin
Grasped between your lips with purpose
you’ve finally found new life to spread
Now the dove will not return, I will
About the Creator
Raine Neal
Just trying to make it through the days - writing is a great way to stay distracted and refreshed.
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