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The Forest Wakes

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The subtle hum of yellow blooms on the edge of the world;
Light leaks through the canopy of leaves, speckling the jade with shattered sun;
Farewell the night, for it has been shunned by mornings rays;
Moon is but a faded memory in the sky, visible but hollow without glooms blanket;
But no one mourns the lonely orb...
A fluttering of closed lids in the brilliance, mars the slumber;
Sigh a breath, and view your gracious bed;
The trees whisper;
The forest wakes.



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