When evening brings the first
flutter of warm summer breeze
rustling the tops of the trees,
fly, Dove, toward the faint
wisps of morning, an orange-rose
you have not yet known.
The early wind can bear
your weight, can carry you, Love,
can carry you all the way home.
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