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Early Mourning

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Published 6 years ago
The brilliance of the light, reflecting freshly showered grass,

is hypnotically intriguing.

Blade by blade of subtle innateness,

a dew drop now has passed.

Comely daisies softly dancing,

the breeze is singing its song.

Mesmerizing the senses,

the petrichor in the air; almost gone.

Brilliant rays of sun shine began to illuminate the day,

as the steam rises from my coffee cup.

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