The crisp of air..the rose of cheek
The dew unperturbed..so mild and meek
The sun it warms right to the bone
I breathe it in..I'm not alone..
Underfoot the dew it dances sweet
Spirit and nature once again meet
Verdantly entwined in that moment known
I breathe it in..I'm not alone..
The cold..it bites with fervent pleasure
Though warmth infused at sun's own leisure
A moment so chaste one cannot measure
I breathe it in..I'm not alone..
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