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It’s the chirping of the birds,
The languid humming of a bee,
The brown grass bathed in light,
Streaming from an azure sky.

It’s the singing of a song,
From the lips of a young teen,
Her hair whipping in the gentle breeze,
That billows from an azure sky.

It’s the sitting on the grass,
Cold lemonade in hand,
Laughing with her dearest friend,
Who's face is framed by an azure sky.

It’s the view atop a hill,
A line of trees all hues of green,
Bathing in the serenity,
The silence, of an azure sky.

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TheEpic95This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Mar. 29, 2013 at 8:51 am
Oh, yes! Much happier! It has wonderful imagry, and I couldnt help but see that sky, that hill, feel that breeze. I imagined an afternoon in the late summer. Bautiful! Goo work!
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