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In the Still of the Day

Walking by the still of the river
Waves rolling over the rocks
Walking barefoot
In the soft brown cool sand
The warm crisp air blowing
Your long hair around your face
Listening to the soft sounds
Of all the little creatures god has put on the earth
Looking at the bright sunset
In the clear blue yonder.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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