long weeks of grief finally ended
time to step back from the abyss
of love and love gone wrong
healed, the wound from Cupid's arrow
straighten the halo
spread these magic feathers of fate once more
with Venus, the morning star to guide us
our intuition...dreams
safely harnessed around her twinkle
as a free flock circles above
calling their haunting cries
a reminder
that we are all mourning doves
no matter where we migrate to
who we migrate from


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