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Dear ,
In the morning I send
hundreds of mail pigeons
with messages for you.
In the evening I
- with my hands lifted up -
(like Moses)
wait for their arrival.
Trembling and hum
of their wings
is my lullaby.
Could you take care of this dove-cot
(I `m knocking on my chest)
and make it your holy nest?
You are welcome.
Talk to me about your little ones
in their time of need.
Please send them your
unique dove
in reply to my
simple
act of love.
