A lace of silver on the blades of grass
Delicate drops of art on a spider's hand crafted web,
Misty fields covering the horizon.
A light breeze
Cool wind circling in the air
As a glance at you I see a peaceful expression,
Dew drops start to gather in you eyes.
Clairabella Shoens
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