Feel the grass touch your skin
Make yours a new home for the dew-drops
Whose reigner signals them with a dazzling beckoning light and chirps, 'Enough leaving, time to leave'.
The dew-drops have gone, do not mock their presence
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In your mind, from your heart, only one muddle of feelings sways you. This feeling you never get when you are party to peopled revelries. This feeling you never get unless your city lives in you. So many ideas packed up in one poem. thank you very much for this poem. tony
Beautiful ❤❤❤❤❤❤