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Mar 2021
When the storm rests in the hills The valley will be still. The stars find there way through the clouds. as the fog pours on to the lake, the water captures the moment in glass. Spreading the morning due across the grass. The sun finally reaches the other side it of night ,Bringing the morning in with its sunshine. Its a gift for the day to shine on ones face .Giving comfort A place to stay, In a world that can't wait.
Feel the sun on your face
Written by
Joe Quaale  49/M/Wash.
(49/M/Wash.)   
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