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Mourning Doves

In the garden

Wet with rain

We wept like children

Your skin never felt so warm

Your eyes never shone so blue

Nestled in the Acacia, wood doves cooed

Echoing the sadness of our murmured cries

Moist tongues tasting the salty dew





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  • AJ Morelli gold member
    July 16, 2007
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    A very nice piece, loved the wood doves...

    thanks for entering it here...


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