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Like a dove in the cleft of rocks

tranquilly enveloped


with a slumber

assuaged by silence

beneath the breath

of crescent glow.

Catch her

Save her

Treasure her

you whom her soul desires

and let her be freed.

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  2. Evocative. All that motion enveloped by stillness. An expansive economy that yields spendthrift guarded emotions. Cleft rocks make for good climbing and great treasures there to be found. Wonderfully done, Phoebe!

  3. Beautifully and painfully wanting piece, I hope the dove awakes and all her desires find her as she finds flight and feels the warmth of the sun on her wings and a lifting wind beneath. Thank you for this engaging words…. loved it.

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