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quiet day
It’s so quiet out here
No wind at all
I came to read but can’t focus.
The trees are painted
Not moving and still
The Cathedral chimed
Just once
Crickets are still chirpy
I can’t believe its Saturday
I always thought It odd to have seagulls here.
To the east
There is rain
Surrounded by rays of light
Breaking through the overcast.
The breeze is velvet and suede,
It’s soft on my face.
It touches you as it passes by
Is it coming or going?
There is fire with these clouds
Smoke is mixing with steam
The day is right for sea gulls and dreams.
It’s so quiet out here
No wind at all
I came to read but can’t focus.
The trees are painted
Not moving and still
The Cathedral chimed
Just once
Crickets are still chirpy
I can’t believe its Saturday
I always thought It odd to have seagulls here.
To the east
There is rain
Surrounded by rays of light
Breaking through the overcast.
The breeze is velvet and suede,
It’s soft on my face.
It touches you as it passes by
Is it coming or going?
There is fire with these clouds
Smoke is mixing with steam
The day is right for sea gulls and dreams.
