Riding on the early morning cool air A soft light filters through the branches making its way into my room. […]
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Riding on the early morning cool air A soft light filters through the branches making its way into my room. […]
Walking on a warm summer evening A short high pitch echoes in the air The hawk glides in and perches […]
Dancing to the Words 