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Oct 2012
Break the surface
Of the trees

Light shining through
The beautiful colors
Cracking the darkness

Reds kiss the trees
Orange touch the clouds
As yellow fills the sky

Rising high in the sky
This is the sun's way
Of whispering everyday

"Good Morning"
Written by
Myckayla  America
(America)   
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