Love is a docile dove
so diaphanous
with rainbow wings
coming from oblivion
for alighting suddenly
on your hesitant hand
at the desert square
of a forgotten city
you've never been
to before
through the uncertainty
so misty and infinite
of your timid hands open
towards the divine duality
of happiness and unhappiness
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