Some new sense has come over me
in the smell of rain,
in the silence,
and sweet soils of the earth
I find peace in the gentle breeze,
swept over the hills
Beauty in the morning light
and fog of curiosity
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Author:
Alejandro R. (
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Comments1
A reflection of the transcendentals from the tip of your pen. Nice work!
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