Ambivalence rests
Under crisp white sheets last night
She woke, he woke, they
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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The birds are chirping, and the sun is shining in a cloudless July sky. The vibrancy promises a beautiful day, but the cooing of the Mourning Dove perched on the powerlines seems to be more fitting than the lively songs of the robin flitting through the trees. The melancholic calls of the dove cloak the world in a sadness that hangs like tattered drapes.
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Lovely
Wow, there’s a lot happening here in seventeen syllables! 😊
I liked the last line.
Sometimes it do be like that. Loved your Haiku!