Welcomed by orange blossoms,
Scent becoming me,
I hear doves mourn virgin skies.
A melancholy paradise.
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Welcomed by orange blossoms,
Scent becoming me,
I hear doves mourn virgin skies.
A melancholy paradise.
I remember mourning doves cooing in the road outside my house. Now all I hear are frantic chipmonks and dogs.
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