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Audible poem: Whispering of the woods

Standing

                In the desolate woods

Listening

                To the soft rustle of sycamore trees

Hoping

                The sky will not bring the shining sun so quickly

Wishing

                I could stay in the peaceful darkness forever

Losing

                The sweet satisfaction in the passing seconds

Crying

                Silently for the surety that someday everything changes

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