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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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  1. Very nice. I always enjoy your posts, but this one especially so. I don’t usually comment because you have so many followers and commenters I almost feel like I burdening you with another fan reply. 🙂 🙂

  2. Like many clefts of rocks surrounded by doves
    A throat lump gulped
    with the noise in hiding
    beneath the breath
    of epic falls
    I caught her,
    saved her,
    treasured her,
    to bind her
    for centuries
    in pain
    of attachment
    and detachment.

  3. Phoebe,

    I love your minimilist style. You have a unique ability to convey a stunningly complex image in just a few well-chosen and descriptive phrases. That is so incredibly hard to do, but I’m so impressed, and I’ll be looking for more! Beautiful!!

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