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Jul 2017
If I could see the crystal shores again,
A pure form it would be,

Wakefulness and in repose,
I lounge in the trees.

Sprung to life in the night,
The leaves sing to me-

A melody of comfort,
Of a timelessness,

Freeing tortured thoughts,
To fly far away.
Written by
E K Weber  F/United States
(F/United States)   
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     ---, Evie Richards and rose
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