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Jul 2015
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It is in these silent moments
prior to the sunrise awakening
my part of the world when
the dew is still wet on the lawn,
not a peep or a chirp
or a lingering echo is heard,
morning winds keep their
whispers to themselves
and darkness creates a
final quiet serenity before
the hustle and bustle
of the day begins,
that I enjoy most
For, it is in this solitude
that the only sound I hear
is that of my heart,
*beating solely for you
Good morning Beautiful
Chris
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Chris
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