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A Promise of Nature


Lost lake
always behind
the road
the night is beginning
Delicate leaves
resting upon
the hill
autum time aproaches
White butterfly
playing with
the wind
morning is coming
Quiet cloud
stands against
the mistLittle moon
looking over
the flowers
spring sends her perfume.

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