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Dec 2022
To see from above
as one with the wind does
The gusts hit my lips
as I call out for you
I cannot see, all though I know
The beauty that is beyond the sea
The trees they align, with
all that awashes
Time, told not by hands, but by the rays of sunshine
And when it darkens;
seconds,minutes, hours,
still emanate you
laura
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laura  Sacramento, CA, USA
(Sacramento, CA, USA)   
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