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Aug 12
I can hear what it sounded like
A million years ago
It was quieter
I can hear a pine needle drop
On the rain battered forest ground
It sounds like the barely audible clink
Of harmonics on a guitar
There is probably greatest virtue in the surrender
Of rustling trees blown by archaic windsΒ Β 
We could all learn from that sound
To be carefree and beautiful
in the hands of nature and time
Written by
Jessica  30/F
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