the mourning doves call

The sun rose slowly,

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casting a warm golden light over the earth.

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A soft breeze blew,

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causing the leaves on the trees to rustle gently.

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The scent of blooming flowers filled the air,

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filling the hearts and souls of those who took notice.

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In the midst of this peaceful scene,

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a mourning dove began to sing its soft,

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melancholy call.

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The sound was like a whisper,

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as if the dove knew something that the others did not.

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As the dove's call soared through the air,

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those nearby realized that something was amiss.

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It was as if the dove's song was a reminder of the fleeting nature of life itself.

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The beauty of the moment was not lost on those who heard the call, but instead,

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it was a reminder to cherish each moment,

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for they might be the last.

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As the dove's call faded away,

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the others realized that they were saying goodbye to someone who was no longer with them.

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It was a reminder that every day is a gift,

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and that life is a journey that each of us must take alone.