Sweet mourning dove sings
A song filled with her soul’s truth
Morning, noon and night
To let the world know she’s there
To let the world know she cares
©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben
Sweet mourning dove sings
A song filled with her soul’s truth
Morning, noon and night
To let the world know she’s there
To let the world know she cares
©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben
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So very lovely! ♥
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Thank you, kind sir!
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Lovely Annette. hugs xx
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Aw, thank you, Sally!
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Reblogged this on Viv Drewa – The Owl Lady.
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Beautiful, Annette! We always heard a mourning dove after we got married. My husband said it was his mother and I thought that was lovely. Then when my mother passed, we always hear two now. @v@ ❤
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Oh, that is lovely! ❤ I hear her outside my window right now. As though she is saying hello!
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This is so pretty, Annette.
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Thank you, Robbie!!
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Lovely poem, Annette. 😀 I’m enjoying the return of the birds.
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Thank you, Diana. It is a joy to hear the birds here too!
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