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The chill of morning seeps through glass,
Caressing it with breaths of mist.
The dewy moist drops kiss the grass,
In early hours stands a mill of grist.
Its wheel turns slowly,
Water seeping through its limbs.
It swooshes lowly,
Humming quiet water hymns.
Content the day seems,
I feel so.
Fulfilled the day gleams,
Don’t you know.
With happy feelings the day starts,
Quiet and hardworking.
The beating of the river’s hearts,
Hope they aren’t overworking.
(Victoria)
The chill of morning seeps through glass
© Copyright: Аделина Грант, 2014
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