tranquil

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she is a feather plunged
still glorious as she slip

a raindrop in the window
by the music she glisten

embracing the night she did
via moonlit she sings

by the little feet she have
be at the branch her arms extend

like the midnight she is
the falling snow indeed

waves in the seashore she do
given by the beautiful name 'Tranquil'

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