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Aug 2014
The winds pick up
blowing through the evergreens,
reminding me of low notes of Cello.
Owls seek shelter as dawn breaks
and tints the feather-like clouds
with all manner of colour.
A breezy morning...
A new day.


*Тадеус
© Тадеус 8-28-2014 9:55pm
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