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Aug 2016
Bathed in evening light the flowers
of the field sway dreamingly,
while a soft and gentle breeze
embraces them caressingly.

Everything is calm and quiet,
not a single sound is heard
save the effervescent singing
of a joyful mockingbird.

Now itΒ΄s time to say goodnight
and lay your tired limbs to sleep.
May your dreams be sweet and pleasant
and your rest be sound and deep.
Heimir
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