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Nature Dreaming
Dreams of beaten pathways on sand and stone
In measures of timelessness we walk alone
The scent of rain with its soft kiss her dew
Of rainbows and sunsets in coloured hue
Dreams of autumn and her crisp leaves falling
in measures of timelessness, her auburn pouring
Of daylight sinking, her shine fading down
And the earth now turning in shades of brown
Dreams of spring and her soft petals growing
In measures of timelessness, her colours flowing,
Of droplets that settle on new waxen leaves
On hazy mornings she mistily breaths.
Dreams of beaten pathways on sand and stone
In measures of timelessness we walk alone.
By Mel of MelsWebs
26th February 2003
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