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The breeze takes pause
and the leaves lay in their ordained queue.
No rustle, no bowing, no creaking.
Just still with the crystal sea above them.
Stars spaced out in deep ocean blue.
The moon cracks a smile of iridescence
and I smile at the wonder of it all.
I stand for a moment in an ordained spot
and look to the heavens
and breathe.
In this space in time
I receive the grace of gratitude.
Stars of mercy and forgiveness
scatter across within my mind
and falling, disappear into the
semblance of my heart.
Gerald the Writer 
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