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~ Natures Grace
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As the dove sings her morning song...
Honeyed dew
drips from the rose
Sunrise serenade has begun ablaze
Gently as the willow branch blows
In sweet warmth of summers daze
Fresh scent of
Jasmine fills the air
As morning breaks in beauty
Roses open in rainbows fair
In the meadow
wildflowers gloss
from the winds mellow toss
In moments soft embrace
Morning begins
with the
Innocence of the
Kiss of natures grace
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