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Solitude of mist left still across the morning,
Emptiness of sky abandonned by thoughtless clouds,
Forgotten steeples of craggy mountain views,
Lonely whispers left in ear by crying wind,
Misplaced anger of blazing heated sun,
Hurried pace of rushing roaring waves,
Ignorance of trees with backs turned away,
Insolent sneers on weathered weary cliffs,
Today everything seems to taunt,
Even the beauty seems bleek and gaunt,
Tomorrow I hope to see the wonder,
And claim the joy back in nature.

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