half a pair of doves

lost in love and cannot breathe

a silent death of wings

where weeds shove through the deathly ground

and wind no longer sings

where space and time seem hung by threads

an eerie sway of night

and sunshine is no longer warm

a placid death of light

where voices heard and bodies felt

sweet heart once touched my own

there lays now an empty space

with nothing to be grown:

so take my soul so withered and

so dried up by loves sting

and take my broken, used up heart

shot down on tortured wing.

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