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At sunrise the heron soars effortlessly upon the breeze waves roll in crashing upon the rocks and beaches rising tides reach high upon the sands then fade away the sun breaks through my window and kisses my cheek. Round and round and round the great circle of life travels; much like a whirlpool of bubbles in a small woodland stream. Day turns to night; night to morn, as clouds migrate on their way the misty morning rings the bell and the deathbeds overflow. Into autumn's burnt ashes and all the saddened masses; It was winter's chill when my spirit lifted; my heart thrived; from a dead frozen shard, and my soul was forever freed. Just because you're breathing doesn't mean you're alive. At sunset the heron soars effortlessly into a colorful twilight the waves now whisper to the rocks and sandy beaches great tides fall slowly as the full moon rises in a pink sky a lullaby rocks me to sleep as moonlight kisses my cheek.

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Date: 5/12/2021 12:26:00 PM
Hello Ken Dronsfield, This sounds like a dream. you know that life has its ups and downs. Enjoy your day my friend. I hope all is well with you. Enjoy your day my friend.
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Date: 2/6/2021 5:27:00 AM
Ken, I found your poem quite beautiful and well done _Constance
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Ken Allan Dronsfield
Date: 2/6/2021 1:20:00 PM
Thanks so much Constance, much appreciated!