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A Musing
Thoughts come
rising
without warning
traveling
through rich scented earth
and wet grass
inhaled, slowly
way down to my feet
and out through
my deeply embedded toes
that throw off
shimmers of dew
that glisten on trees
and alight the horizon
Copyright ©2005
poem
by
Adryan Rotica
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