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There’s a brief moment that passes when the mechanical beasts cease roaring across the pathway, When the air is light but the sky is dark, and small leaves tumble uncoordinatedly through the air like snow When the trees toss their dappled shadows upon the road which glints dully with a warm orange glow So important a moment that even the silence in the shifting air listens as the clouds weep to the ground
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
Morning Rain
There’s a brief moment that passes when the mechanical beasts cease roaring across the pathway, When the air is light but the sky is dark, and small leaves tumble uncoordinatedly through the air like snow When the trees toss their dappled shadows upon the road which glints dully with a warm orange glow So important a moment that even the silence in the shifting air listens as the clouds weep to the ground
lunamist
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
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