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She Sighs

She sighs as the wind runs by

Taking her hair gently with nimble fingers

Swirling it without a pattern to go by

 

She sighs again when the rains jumps down

Making tiny dimples in the lakes cheek

Causing the bubbly river to laugh

 

She sighs a third time when the frond pokes it's head up

making the pine tree coo with delight

and the lemon bush to smile

 

She sighs a last sigh as she sees the fading light

Gazing an eye over the sleeping meadow

Waking up the peaceful moon






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