We met last summer. I was amazed by your grace.
I saw you riding the wind around and building your home.
Thanks to your curiosity, we become real friends.
You even showed me your nestlings.
One day you were gone and never came back. I waited days and weeks for your return; but never saw you again.
Yesterday your younglings came to my balcony. I saw the same grace and curiosity; I saw you in their eyes.
My Own Dove
~ a six image narrative by Yuri Badiner
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