Solace

In my trembling hands,
A mourning dove is cooing,
Soothing my grieving heart.

I hold out my heart to you,
Take it gently in your hands,
Lest it flutter away.

Entrust me with your sorrow,
and I will hold your heart,
as tenderly as a mourning dove.

Shanti, Shanti, Shanti

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