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Oct 2019
Wheat fields that sway in the breeze.
So stunningly peaceful.
A sight to set the heart and soul at ease.

Adrift on calm open seas.
The sun so warm on your face.
Nary a sound to be heard, pure tranquility.

Watching the spider spin its web among the trees.
Silk laden beauty as the morning dew glistens off its every thread.
Refine yourself , in treasured moments like these.
TheConcretePoet
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TheConcretePoet  Isle of Poet
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   Joey
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