The Dove

I held a dove in my hands.
Its wings shuddered beneath my fingers;
It wanted to fly.
Beautiful creature.
I held it there for a moment longer,
Keeping it safe from harm.
Then I let go.
White wings stretched out like hands
Against the sky,
Moving in slow motion.
Away it flew.
Alone and free.

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