In the still, quiet moments of the early hours,
listening to the sea breathe softly ashore.
Leaves falling as crisp dry whispers on slate.
Stars wink into sight as the clouds dissipate.
The feeling of absolute calm, balm to the soul.
It’s a fleeting dream, a much needed sojourn in nights peace.
listening to the sea breathe softly ashore.
Leaves falling as crisp dry whispers on slate.
Stars wink into sight as the clouds dissipate.
The feeling of absolute calm, balm to the soul.
It’s a fleeting dream, a much needed sojourn in nights peace.
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