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The first and only morning An event to be heard The birds ask if rain has stopped Replies confirm the resounding "yes" The winds blow gentle With only the intent to be noticed The flies emerge with buzzing glee As the final droplets of rain Pull away from the tips of the pines Dropping one by one On the curious grass Inviting the water in silence
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
Morning
The first and only morning An event to be heard The birds ask if rain has stopped Replies confirm the resounding "yes" The winds blow gentle With only the intent to be noticed The flies emerge with buzzing glee As the final droplets of rain Pull away from the tips of the pines Dropping one by one On the curious grass Inviting the water in silence
sam-shoyer
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
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