Undercover: (#2 Na/GloPoWriMo)

Welcomed by orange blossoms,

Scent becoming me,

I hear doves mourn virgin skies.

A melancholy paradise.

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I remember mourning doves cooing in the road outside my house. Now all I hear are frantic chipmonks and dogs.

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