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All is quiet, The wind has slowed
As my mind begins to wander
The slightly chilling air turns to cold.
So calm, so peaceful,
From the rush of the day.
I can hear in the distance
The trains clattering away.
The blue sky has turned to grey,
There will be rain tomorrow
I hear someone say.
My Golden Retriever
Lies passive on the lawn
Listening to the birds evensong.
The colours of the flowers
Bring a sparkle to the eye,
As I now retire indoors to sleep
I lock the doors and wish,
That everyday could always be
As passive as this.

By listener

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