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On wisps of hope alone –

On wisps of hope alone –
Love cannot soar
For hope quickly goes –
Returning at some hour.

It needs a pair of wings
To up and away
When it seems resigned
To an uncertain fate.

It needs a fresh wind
Flowing strong yet soft –
Once and again –
Bearing love aloft.

It needs a prayer or so
For when trials arise –
A work of the Holy Ghost
And faith might suffice.

I’m a beast of the field
And you – a crane.
Spare me, love, a wing
So I can meet you halfway.

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