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To a Turtle-dove....Kyrielle Sonnet Trust grows, between this dove and I when day by day she's losing fear. As sprouting of sown seeds draws nigh, she doesn't fly when I come near to offer her some crumbled nuts. Her gentle cooing sings in cheer, my little dove has lots of guts - she doesn't fly when I come near. She comes alone each eventide, while days are spent among her peers; at times then a reluctant bride, she doesn't fly when I come near. Trust grows, between this dove and I, she doesn't fly when I come near. |
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