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Apr 2017
I am quiet, I am still.....
Nothing punctures the peace
That aura of anticipation,
Yet overwhelming spirit of calm

A light breeze then rustles the leaves
Enchanting birds flutter by
As they seek out food
And rest on that source

Sweet caress of the wind
On my face as I look up
Then warm bliss of the sun
As I gaze the clear blue sky
Eileen May
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Eileen May  Cheshire
(Cheshire)   
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