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Whispers of the Sunrise.
Beneath this canopy
of ancient trees,
i speak to the winds,
yet they carry no sound,
for in your absence,
i find myself here,
in nature’s arms,
where your essence abounds.
the sunrise whispers your name through the leaves,
each...
of ancient trees,
i speak to the winds,
yet they carry no sound,
for in your absence,
i find myself here,
in nature’s arms,
where your essence abounds.
the sunrise whispers your name through the leaves,
each...
