Dew - Poem by daniel peace
the dew formed on the verdant and green-coloured hay
clear as the vitrous enamel
pure as the shining crystals
tastless when seeped and drank by the vigorous mammals
ere the flaxen sun gradually suck the dew in a rapid way.
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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