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Ayesha Jul 2020
So fresh and free
Joy is spread
Calm is instilled
Heat withdraws
With drops of life
All is cleansed
LJ Eaddy Sep 2014
I bask in the
Last of summer suns
Strolling down the street.

I imagine how
The green leaves will brown
As the changing winds will soon
Carry them away.

I breath in
The moist cooling air.
And smile at the
Scent of God.

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