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Jun 2022
Waiting in early morning  hour
The sun is still asleep
The fog is very quiet holding its breath
afraid to move the trees.
Smooth waters are still,
not a wind is near.
Mystery of the new day hidden behind curtains of mist.
Where will life’s boat take you, over silent dream under the shadows of big old trees.



Shell ✨🐚
Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe
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