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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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