The passing

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The golden breath of sunlight
that marks a sunny day
that also holds the strongest sense that chased the dark away

listen softly like a dove
Who dances on the wind
who clearly whispers songs of love that never will resend

crisp and crucial are the rains that find us in the spring
that aid the blossoms and the trees and give the smallest wings

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