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Poem: The Calm Air


A drop of water caught swinging on a vine,
A thread that ties a line with time,
Hangs in the sunshine.
Light and calm is a breeze
That blows gold through all trees.
So soft and pure is now
That knows no broken thought.

The air is filled with magical music.

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Published: Wednesday 24th December 2003
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