nature poems
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It’s only at the crack of dawn that I sleep these days, There’s meditative silence resonating peace all around, A stream of moonlight peeks through the open window, Maybe it’s just the incandescent bulb flickering in my neighborhood, I finally let my tired hair fall on my shoulder, To be caressed by my childlike fingers…
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I Her beauty was above all, Creases of uncomfortableness lined her face like the pink streaks in the sky, Her unbrushed golden hair flew like a tree in wind, Her trembling lips eager to sing were too shy to open up, But they bloomed like deep red rose petals with dew drops resting on their…
