written on October 2, 2023
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Like a heavy dew, the morning brings dripping leaves, Sighing softly and leaning into the whisper of dawn, Lingering quietly in the echoes of sunlight falling gently, Singing a liquid kiss over the boughs and branches, Reflecting the intimacy of melancholy risking its breath Comforting hasty winds with the remains of last night’s shadows
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