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clouds, Dreams, nature, pastoral scenes, photography, poem, Poetry, Rain, things of beauty
Lie back, listen!
Whispers like the rain fall not long past
Golden light in a sky, full of clouds chasing delight
Swift ever changing angels
And I, a devil, watching
Enjoying their pleasure at my leisure
Such simple joy,
With birds singing the sun to rest
As sunset on this spring day comes I bless
The sight falling before my eyes
That shall bring night and it’s dreams to rise,
So, whisper trees in glittering light
I wait reclined, with gentle heart and open mind, eyes behold glorious twilight.
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