A Poem For the Dove

The Dove

She is my voice.

When I discover her, at times, crazed in a cage

Plucking her feathers for lack of freedom

I open the door and she rests on my shoulder in contented confidence

In me.

~~~S Wave~~~

A sketch of the dove, after I met her.

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