Written on September 7, 2023
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Fragile flakes feed my spirit, Promising the gift of gentle, soothing As a setting sun, sigh of dew, echo of rain falling, Intimate whispers, almost a caress – kissing Away the past, the darkness – this is blessed By the wonder of a world painted gentle – I N C R E D I B L E
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