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Mar 2015
too focused on the falling of leaves
the grass growing and I miss them
heights of tallness grows without me
straight up pines
forests
apple bloom sweetness
pearls in shells diamonds treasures
grow faster
than sunrises
leaving amazed me
to catch glimpses
when day goes
into nights
wordvango
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