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The sky grows dark

Throwing shadows
To the light

Out of the clouds

Comes a beauty
Cloak of white

The body of dove

Flutters softly
To the tree

Lands upon a limb

She sits, waiting there
For me

And quietly, I walk

To where she is
Above the ground

The word of God
Speaks through her

A message…

…Quite profound


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