foggy all over mountainside
pines resting on cliff-sides
birds are too shy to sing
i followed road descend
curbing around so beautiful
in a neatly rows of flowers
i stop to smell dewing petals
refreshing as it touches my lungs
i run my gentle finger over it
i could feel those caring hands
that has taken cared this beauty
she has good heart like me
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