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Colour, Moving, Still

COLOUR, MOVING, STILL

The beautiful colours, morphing into a dream
The quiet whispers of the wind in my hair
Drops of dew invade the land
The scent of sea breeze waves through the air
The deep serenity remains
If only everyone could know peace like this
....of the calm sunrise starting my day

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