The Wings of the Dove

Such suspense seems so peaceful
we fall asleep

and in dreams read the opening passage
over and over: She waited . . . .

We wonder who she is
and what she waits for.

Such suspense seems so peaceful
we fall asleep

and in dreams read the opening passage
over and over: She waited . . . .

We wonder who she is
and what she waits for.
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