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Sep 2016
The frosty morning
caresses the summer-kissed lake
while the fish dance below the waves.
The harvest's breeze
tickles the fingers of the Oak.
How beautiful, the romantic
gestures of an autumn morning.
Phasma de Oceanus
Written by
Phasma de Oceanus  26/F/Missouri
(26/F/Missouri)   
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