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The Morning Dew
"seldom did i see the shine on the pine
at dawn's tide, the spell for which i pine"
some last November day from the first morning streaks,i had s strange whim for a mystic sight, as today from here i did see the peeping sun
in such a clear morning effusion, diffusion, shedding a beaming warmth,from the golden East.Such a spreading morning emotion
of belonging to this earth to this life
the Mystical silence sends a pastoral vibe with a whisper of a chilling
yet friendly zephyr, upon where the ancient dolmen lie amidst a dewy moss
the seeds of mallow plant to blossom in next Spring. dripping with sparkling dew
The heat comes the east as,the flame of poesy rises to shine
on every welcoming soul,igniting every dormant quill,filling the empty hearts
with a vivid thrill to greet the day with courage, power and optimism..
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