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A gentle breeze passed by my face I closed my eyes to feel it more A tender touch from nature's grace Days like this I do adore A gentle stream went flowing by Making song with rock and stone Softly sounding, almost shy Peaceful waters seldom known A tree stood still, yet waved at me With gentle branches stretching out My mind in trance how this could be As nature takes her walk-about Moistened leaves began to cry But birds still sang their songs from branches Singing out, the clouds came by They yielded not and took their chances Now time and tide will never wait It's time for me to leave this place On this day I'll close the gate And let the sun to sleep with grace
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Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
Gentle Gifts
A gentle breeze passed by my face I closed my eyes to feel it more A tender touch from nature's grace Days like this I do adore A gentle stream went flowing by Making song with rock and stone Softly sounding, almost shy Peaceful waters seldom known A tree stood still, yet waved at me With gentle branches stretching out My mind in trance how this could be As nature takes her walk-about Moistened leaves began to cry But birds still sang their songs from branches Singing out, the clouds came by They yielded not and took their chances Now time and tide will never wait It's time for me to leave this place On this day I'll close the gate And let the sun to sleep with grace
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Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
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