Jul. 1, 2017
Morning Light
Poplars rustling
Kira Braun
Like no other sound
Shimmering leaves
Foretell the rain
Morning's pale sun
Not yet warming the dew-
A spider travels quickly
Along its invisible thread
The depths of the forest,
Quiet and dark,
Await the light,
Tendrils reaching high
In an instant
Bathed in sudden rays,
The song begins...
A symphony for all our days.
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Keep sharing like this more with all of us.
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My dear Kira, your poignant words touched me deeply. To know that you were treated like this is just unbelievable. Thank you for sharing.