Puddles Of Grace
that soft whisper of
a cool breeze on a tumultuous
summer burned day
as if a smile that invites
a calm amidst chaos
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that sweet loganberry on a rugged edge
near Lake Ann on the Shuksan Arm
like that hug from your toddler
saying; I love you
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that sound of rain
drops parading along
leaves as if dew
from the corners of
weeping eyes
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that feeling whi…
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