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I love the way the light falls on the trees,
paints the leaves in secret colours, hidden hues,
for a moment,
until you blink,
until a cloud passes through.

Wraps its arms around you,
holds you close,
you feel warm,
for a moment,
you hold on to this feeling.

You write it down,
let it not be lost
to weary eyes and tired hearts,
or lost to the clouds.
Hold it close;
it carries you.

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