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Quietly She Whispers

Among the golden glaze

Of Richly Verdant Splendor

Painted with Autumn’s haze;

Softly She is Singing

‘Twixt interplay of shadow and Light,

A Diamante Rhapsody

Of non-verbal Delight.

 

Often you can hear Her

As she walks among the trees,

Her Auburn tresses fluttering

In the Vibrant, Lilting Breeze;

Yet, only when you Pause

Will you See her Smiles and Dancing;

Only when you truly Look

And are not merely Glancing.

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Day 5 of 365
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~Morgan~

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Beautiful photograph found on Google.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer.  Thank you~