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Dec 2018
The canopy of the tree surrounds;
in awe of natures wonderful sounds.
Sun kissed third eye and wind caressed cheek;
A holy time in which we must meet.
In early morning, dew showers the day;
enveloped in green and overcast grey.
Sending gratitude out to the mother still;
Her loving embrace and calmness I feel.
Carabella
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