Twilight rests on Mother Nature's cheek,
Storm clouds slowly fade away,
Lily pads hold hands in the pond,
Awake, the feared animal begins its prowl,
While the ocean settles its dispute with the sand.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
Twilight rests on Mother Nature's cheek,
Storm clouds slowly fade away,
Lily pads hold hands in the pond,
Awake, the feared animal begins its prowl,
While the ocean settles its dispute with the sand.
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