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My soul is a dove
My soul is a dove.
If it's caged it will wither and die.
Deprived of sunlight and of the white sky.

My heart is a hound of summer.
Made to wander the golden hills of wheat.
Made to feel the sunshine's heat.

In my chest lives a hare of late spring.
It aches and kicks to sprint through clover.
To find itself to be the universe's lover.