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The rain is falling sweetly, and the fields are running streams. The trees are talking softly, murmuring, twisting, green. Light is silvery shadow, beckoning, calming, clean. The winds are blowing slowly, and the streets are paved with dreams.
I think it is time for bed.
I think it is time for bed.
posted by zLog at 10:10 PM
3 Comments:
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This poem is exactly what I needed to have as my last thought before bed. Now it will run through my mind and give me peace while I fall asleep. Thank you.
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