Lament

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I looked out of my window and was immediately inspired to write this.

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Lament    -   25 Aug 19

Dawn cloud
Flying low hiding the sun
Hiding the hills
Shrouding the valleys
Leaving the memory of night
Everywhere
Hanging from the trees
With pale blankets
Enveloping the world
In damp fading dream
Dawn postponed until later
Disembodied doves lament

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I can still hear the doves.

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