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the shadows of trees
against the gray skies

there is no one here
except the white storks

and some sparrows
taking their wings

i wait for the right timing
when the sun rises

some leaves are falling
so gently on the cover of grass

a caterpillar takes its bites
on the leaf

a frog jumps on the pond
some tadpoles follow

the clouds drift away
a new day is just born

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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