Raindrops gently slide down the glass windowpane.
A single white dove cries on the windowsill, gazing inside,
She holds my gaze without flinching, stares without expression,
Does she hold a message from the heavens in her gentle cry?
Only she knows for it is beyond my frail understanding.
Maybe my time is near, heaven is ready to open its doors,
Perhaps the gods will grant me heaven on Earth in the shape of you.
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