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MIRACLE

Morning dew wash over ivy tendrils

that almost went unseen hidden in leaves of emerald green

The beating of Her heart is the surrounding

Improvisation that seem so perfect

with Silence and Birdsong lulling and bursting in sweet melody

I’ve been here before,

I thought

as I reach for my daydream

Is this what miracle looks like

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