On the side of a wind-swept mountain
There lives a lone dove
Without the companionship of her lost mate
She flies along a singular path in the mist
Fleeting shadows and a soft breeze
Wafts besides the bubbling stream
Emptiness is her sole friend in life
She takes him wherever she travels
Wide and far, past the wintry ray of the Sun
High and deep, beneath the traces of frost
Touching a faint breath that caresses the wandering mind
This dove knows no loneliness
Contentment is hers as she plows along
Not knowing words to describe her fateful path
In her ignorance she finds bliss few possess in their knowledge
What she lacks other dream to cherish
How bitter ones memories, enrich this solitary bird
Drawing from the rich well of emptiness
She finds a black soil filled with her potential
Lifting higher above the dew and the mountain
She settles to the Sun, merging with the horizon.
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