A gentle touch I feel, as the wind sways by my legs on this cloudy day,
rustling of the leaves so dry, so perfectly shaped and colored on this cold night I cry from the dirt that's in my eye that arises from where I stand
the raging waves from the blue waters I hear splashing against the seawall cold as ice. The sound of the earths natural feelings on how the whether might be today.
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