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You Are
You are the cooling morning breeze
The song of birds from distant trees
The sway of summer's golden fields
The light that darkness cannot steal
The colours of a rainbow's sail
That drifts from sky to misty vale
You are the warming hug of dawn
The dusky twilight's sleepy yawn
And here I rest in dewy slumber
Beneath your veil of untold wonder…
Saturday 27th April 2024 1:47 pm
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