Baby Dove
Baby Dove
Lightly rubbing my hand
over damp feathers
smelling the open wound
I hear a low chirp
catching an eyesight of limp
I could almost taste
the sourness in my mouth
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Pattimari is a therapist, author, and gardener, who loves to travel and thinks writing is magical.
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