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Sep 2018
Waiting for the rain to stop,
the wind,
darkness turned blue
first birdsong
early flight,
rumbling
dog to bark,
cockerel,
long night to end,
waiting
for small chatterings,
smell of coffee
waking eyes
the light to come,
waiting
for morning
Bronwen Griffiths
Written by
Bronwen Griffiths  F/Southern England
(F/Southern England)   
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