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Sunlight Embers

Feet bare,

I stand in the glare,

of September’s,

Sunlight embers.

The ground,

is cool, and I am bound,

To reverie;

See freely.

No cares,

Breathing deeply the air,

Exhaling slowly;

Warm release.

Night plays,

And calls in the days.

Chill breezes,

Reality seizes.

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