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Stone-Washed Singing

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Living the poetry of my awakening,  
dawn's whiskey showers,
stone-washed singing.  
Spending twilight in prayers
as the laughter is contagious  
on life's gossamer wings.
Rewriting the blue of green grass  
and trees that nature breathes.  
Touched by fingerprints  
of the wooded armoire.  
Autumn's scarlet reds,
of blushing nude violets.
Living the poetry of my awakening,  
dawn's whiskey showers.
stone-washed singing.  

Written by Adagio
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