Eila Mahima Jaipaul - The deeps

Love, could I but send you my doves
my mourning doves
that their call
may drive away and lament
whatever ills tie you
I would

I sometimes feel like those hollow boned birds
a wing on it
a feather on the tip, small
lacking power to fly
helpless, save for my tiny part of the whole

Eila Mahima Jaipaul

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