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A sunlit morningSweeping the Road for the dayA futile effort Lazy snow white cloudsA gentle breeze cools the browHear the leaves rustle Chirping birds in SpringLife springing up everywhereDead TV chains us Early dusk, dog barksPink clouds. The children playingAll silence. No thought. Plants grow in the darkHidden from sight and knowledgeNature needs us not ... Read more