Clear skies tower over

The cemetery where

A young boy of four moons stood

He watched the metallic latch

Rattle as the doves emerged

From the cold metal prison

Like a spirit from flesh

The wings propelled her

Higher and higher till

She reached the heavens and

Kissed the stars

The boy gazes up into

The heavens as the noise

Melts away and he feels

Tears forming slowly

As they rush down his face

He smiles with faint glee

As he reminisces of a

Soul of purity

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