As old night
kisses new dawn, in its gentle farewell,
And the golden
light, weaves it´s rosy & magical spell,
When old
stars blink “goodbye” & the lark sings “hello”,
And breezes
walk gently, upon their slippered tippy-toe,
When the
world´s but a whisper & the earth softly sighs,
She can be
seen curled gently, upon leaf where she lies,
Tiny as crystal,
a bead pristine, pure & diamonded clear,
Held closely,
to bosom of flora, who so embraces her dear,
Clinging
to life with tenacity, till the sun beckons her home,
Little teardrops
of leaf & petal, back to heaven must roam,
And her knowing,
upon the morrow & with nothing to stop,
She´ll return,
upon every flower & leaf, that tiny dewdrop.
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