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Morning rain taps;
Awakens ardent dreams on the eve of September
Among the sparsely dressed trees,
she pauses before a single maple
as it collects amber gems like jewelry
that glistens in the breeze of an afterthought
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Morning rain taps; Awakens ardent dreams on the eve of September
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