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The day seems to have taken its leave...
Putting itself on instant delay;
Dancing 'round the razors edge of raindrops--
Lost in the misted praise...
Its beauty leans to within a degree of my deep sleep;
Whitewashed and splashed with sunbeams...
Spectrums of colours form at sky level....
Rushing through the leaves of the trees the wind takes a stand...
Flourishing in Springs verdance the green excites. Openings in the sod grow with new sprouts...
Over time the wilderness breaks itself open--
Harmonys tune resonates in high notes over the violets--
A sure sign that Spring has sprung;
The Essence
July,2010
Theodora (Theo) Onken |
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