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Apr 2014
Looking up
I see the hardwood trees,
their patches of leaves
gleaming in the evening sun,
shifting in the breeze.
The skies are blue,
wisps of faint clouds strewn about
floating along like they always do.
Looking up
through the window I do see,
and for some strange reason
I feel momentary peace.
Evelynn Hohenbrink
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Evelynn Hohenbrink
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