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Its the resounding footstep in a hollow stair The swift tapping of a keyboard at midnight The the delicate ripple of far away laughter The hum of a crowd that's subdued to a hush The crunch of footsteps on a worn gravel path And the crisp titter of birds in the morning air Its the refreshing kiss of rain-washed walk The warming embrace of oven-fresh bread The melancholy notes of steamy espresso The calm of an herbal tea held to the lip The musk of an old book discovered anew Its newly-cut cedar in a woodworkers shop Its the movement of limbs to a lively tune A welcome stomachache caused by a laugh The firm, tender grasp of a loved-one's hand Cascading warm water along bare skin The cool of a breeze on the laborers brow Its bear feet tripping through the grass in June Its a leaf-eclipsed glimpse at the blue of the sky The miscellaneous covers on a library-shelf Sunset dipped clouds or'e a tree lined horizon The dark of wet ink scrolling across a blank page The vast dome of a galaxy untainted by light Its the generous exchange of lover's keen eyes
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Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
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Its the resounding footstep in a hollow stair The swift tapping of a keyboard at midnight The the delicate ripple of far away laughter The hum of a crowd that's subdued to a hush The crunch of footsteps on a worn gravel path And the crisp titter of birds in the morning air Its the refreshing kiss of rain-washed walk The warming embrace of oven-fresh bread The melancholy notes of steamy espresso The calm of an herbal tea held to the lip The musk of an old book discovered anew Its newly-cut cedar in a woodworkers shop Its the movement of limbs to a lively tune A welcome stomachache caused by a laugh The firm, tender grasp of a loved-one's hand Cascading warm water along bare skin The cool of a breeze on the laborers brow Its bear feet tripping through the grass in June Its a leaf-eclipsed glimpse at the blue of the sky The miscellaneous covers on a library-shelf Sunset dipped clouds or'e a tree lined horizon The dark of wet ink scrolling across a blank page The vast dome of a galaxy untainted by light Its the generous exchange of lover's keen eyes
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Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
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