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Squirrels crunch the last acorns
My loves sleep while the day wakes
Cherished silence and fragility.
Squirrels crunch the last acorns
My loves sleep while the day wakes
Cherished silence and fragility.
The trees’ last leaves
Peace in the sunrise.
A passing breeze
Beautiful surprise.
An anxious world full of pain
It won’t last forever
Sun pierced clouds brighten.
Sunlight through the leaves
Dancing in the breeze.
Staring through the morning
Sunshine through the curtains
Cicadasongs through the trees.