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Mourning Doves

Ode to Winona

By Eyn IonePublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The quiet, faint — peaceful — time of daybreak, when the

Mourning Doves begin their melancholy tune and

When the heavy haze of the twilight lifts

From the vibrant dew-palled grass,

Is when the frail city of Winona begins to

Wake. The still, obscure waters of

It’s synthetic lakes spur with the gentle breath of wind,

Swelling gracefully — rhythmically.

With the rise of the sun, It’s masses leave the

Comforts of their simple homes, traveling out into

Their individualized worlds of delusionment.

In the mute, frozen time of the dawning,

When the Mourning Doves begin their melancholy tune,

Who lingers to listen?

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About the Creator

Eyn Ione

Hello, my name is Eyn and I love to read and write in my free time! I play many instruments and am an artist as well, though writing is my passion. I write shorts, poems, and am even working on a novel!

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