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Jul 2014
From the broken rocks a dove emerges. Dusty and damaged he attempts to fly. Slowly at first.
He's gaining his strength.
And with a mighty flap of his wings
he launches up, up, up into the sky.
Leaving behind the rubble
that once entrapped him.
Heading towards the open air,
where the clouds may greet him.
He is free.
Not positive what it's about. Open to interpretation.
Tristan W
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Tristan W  Tennesee
(Tennesee)   
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