Mourning Dove

A dove that mourns
In morning light

soft coo of awakening

A rooster of beauty
In morning song

Color of that royalty

During suns last
it lays to rest

perched upon a wire

To sing again
A mourning hymn

In the mornings of tomorrow

 
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BenWetherell

VT

18 years old

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