Fresh morning cool reminds us of the dichotomy of days: heat is almost always on the way
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Fresh morning cool reminds us of the dichotomy of days: heat is almost always on the way
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The day's end's awash in fragrance of flowers,
as we gather here, quiet, letting summer have it say
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Fingers in the socket shoots a shock like a rocket like a kick groove in the pocket where there’s nothing left to stop it
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Each seed’s planted in the dirt, rooted down in the faith of eternal hope, the possibility of something where there was nothing
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Our gathering together never gets better: words dozing in morning song
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Where one violin sings, the second begins, and then both belong to an unfolding song of love
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Loud voices that seem relentless, fade in time, the twisting tail of anger once deemed endless
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It's in the quiet leaning of trees along the babble songs of a brook near where the hummingbird flies
It's between the soft petals of a flower in bloom the solitude of a reading room the soft light of a waning moon
It's elusive and everpresent; this belief in peace
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A complicated world turns on a simple principle:
Whatever the weather, we're in this together
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