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Nature Whispers
How long the day is.
Beating its chest, making its presence known.
Consistent and steady with unwavering
tone.
A train trudging forward on
precarious tracks,
cogs burning hot and
smoke bleeding black.
At the end of a continous circle,
brief sanctuary from moments hurtful.
Wind whistles through the trees,
and room opens for the soul to breathe.
All thoughts disperse
and then nature whispers.
#WhisperingNature
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Beating its chest, making its presence known.
Consistent and steady with unwavering
tone.
A train trudging forward on
precarious tracks,
cogs burning hot and
smoke bleeding black.
At the end of a continous circle,
brief sanctuary from moments hurtful.
Wind whistles through the trees,
and room opens for the soul to breathe.
All thoughts disperse
and then nature whispers.
#WhisperingNature
© All Rights Reserved
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