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Rebirth

Author: Lorna McCall
Year: Hope

The Black Dove possesses me, boring deep into my soul

The Black Dove swaddles me, covering me in her shroud

The Black Dove toys with me, messing with my head

Until

The Grey Dove replaces her and takes away the shroud

The Grey Dove anesthetizes me, stilling my muddled self

The Grey Dove is resting me, only I don't fully understand

Until

The White Dove replaces her, opening wide my eyes

The White Dove paints me a new and beautiful land

The White Dove cradles me gently under her wings

Until

Hope rises and my spirit soars.