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Jul 14
The brightness
of the morning sky
pierces my eyes
birds gladly chirping
in merry exultation
a distant radio blabbers
hunkering for someone's
valuable attention...

The leaves appear to me
as lovely emeralds --
a beautiful, greenish hue
the trees sway monotonously
as if compelled
in a steady dance
absentee music:

I am aware.
Written by
Ces  31/M/Philippines
       Bryn Kennell, Lure Pot, Aparna, Shamai, Myrrdin and 5 others
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