Infant rays adorn east,
painting the horizon gold.
Tiny dew shed from the bosom
of early autumn morning.
Crispy gems glitening with pride
on meadow grass tips,
how gracefully they dance
with the tune of breeze!
As I walk savouring
its eternal splendour,
I saw each droplet
dangling with poise
bear the sob of tears
whispering silently
how badly they cling onto
their fragile life..!
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