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Apr 2018
Bathed in morning gold
The peaks and forests old
A gentle breeze blows through
The pines and ancient yews
Mountain spring and flowers
Sweet scent of the dawn hours
The waking world and her song
Forgotten again before long
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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