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Nov 2011
The world is quiet here,
where silent winds blow.
The days are never changing
and the clouds watch below.
Every raindrop must fall,
every flower shall die,
and without my love,
so surely will I.
Soothing words of silence
seep through lemon trees,
The world is quiet here,
and becomes make-believe.
Monica Belle Brand
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Monica Belle Brand
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