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  • Writer's pictureSophie

Day 257

As the sun begins to rise

The sky illuminates with its surprise

Birds sing with joy in their cries

A wondrous sight before my eyes

A gentle breeze begins to blow

Leaves rustle and sway in rows

A peaceful feeling starts to grow

A perfect day, with its own glow

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