On the silent wings.
It's the silent voices.
With graceful ecstasy it sets the mood.
Dreams and memories are the breaking waves.
Thoughts of the seasons changing yet again.
Falling in love at the beginning of Fall.
Soothing, awakening in the ambient transom of the day.
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Author:
AgingWings22 (
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- Category: Nature
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