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Jul 2014
i've never brushed my hands across the skin of the ocean.
i've never embraced the snow of the mountain's canvas.
i've never breathed in the heat of a desert's exhalation.

the ocean will ripple,
the snow will build,
the sands will burn,
all without me.

so i am thankful,
in awe really,
that Nature's love
exists without man.
donovan
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donovan  south carolina
(south carolina)   
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