Feel the quiet, echoing
A breath of freshness blowing in the breeze.
Glorious, the sun streaks down
upon the green and growing things.
Heaven of this earth's
Artist's sketch of sky's infinity.
Glittering, like diamond dust, the light
is everywhere, somehow complete.
Feel the quiet, beckoning.
Take a stroll, relax your soul,
knowing everything will be
? Michaelette ?
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