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wet morning, rustic

leaves fall riding softly on

A breath of nature.

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a wet morning

Spring is here

As the cardinals

Build their nest.

robin’s are near.

And the world is close

To turmoil.

wrong has replace right

However the birds

Still serenade

After the stormy night .

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Tea leaves

Float aimlessly

Stirring moments

Of newness

New day

New year

New hopes

New beginnings

Some people read tea leaves

— I just drink them .

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run in the morning

Create by noon and look to clock

Day ended too soon

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I finally made it to the black level !😅 I have to go 6000 miles to make it to the final level, VOLT.

The places I have been

And the places I have seen

Has been good for my soul

And washed me clean

Running I pass a

Little red hydrant all painted new.

I think to myself, how many you save,

so important are you !

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A Robin with a staccato chirp sounds alarm

As a gray rabbit scurries across the road

Into a shabby white wash painted barn

Tattered with age and a yearning presence

…of the past

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