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the red edge of dawn

the soft soft frost of the waining of winter

the brightest green of the tender grass

the creepiness of words in context

and the bliss of summer winds

clear skies

happy birds

running waters of the creeks

through the fields of swift running animals

the sun lighting the day

leaving the memories of stars behind

in the night when crickets chirp
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Babal · 46-50, M
Nice poem.Serene, beautiful words.
Babal · 46-50, M
@GoFish Good ☺
GoFish ·
@Babal thanks ☺
Babal · 46-50, M
@GoFish you are welcome ☺

 
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