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The Perfect Facade

Sighs of summer.

Photograph thanks to Lacherdisel.

All is quiet, in the night
Then morning breaks the air
A picture-perfect fake façade
I stand and stop and stare.

A painting of the sea and trees
Rain mist and magic too
Room to move nothing to prove
A lovely morning view.




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David Rudder

David Rudder

Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.

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