Webdropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

The wind forces the trees to sway from side to side and rustles their leaves to create the “sound of.

Webdropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

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Weba star each night, and rises;

Webjoyce fills the poem’s scenery with splashes of color that catalyze a variety of moods.

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Webthis poem describes the everyday event of the wind blowing through the trees.

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, and evening full of the linnet’s wings.

Webthe world, still wrapped in slumber’s veil, awaits the sun to set hearts sail, the first rays touch the world below, with a promise of hope, a gentle glow.

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Webdropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, and evening full of the linnet’s wings.

And leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear, so that, now bounded, now immeasurable, it is.

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