Lushness
in the quiescence
of maturing day
and tall solitude
when life
is but a whisper
of rustling
foliage
and dreams
roam
the meadows
of stillness
and
introspective
reflexion
awash
in the peace
of the dreaming.
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Lushness
in the quiescence
of maturing day
and tall solitude
when life
is but a whisper
of rustling
foliage
and dreams
roam
the meadows
of stillness
and
introspective
reflexion
awash
in the peace
of the dreaming.
 
 

 

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