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Thursday, April 17, 2014

Quiet

The silence of the morning
penetrates every crevice
Early morning gloom
Soft unbroken breeze
The ambient sounds
blend together to mute
Even the light
seems to accept
it is too early to glare
The only sounds
are inside of me
the only glow, life itself
a time dependent spark
which doesn't disturb
the predawn chill in the air

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