Moring Dew Poem by John A. Hancock

Moring Dew



Tis when the rising sun repels the night
That these tiny gifts come into view
Glistening drops of pearl shaped tears
Left behind after each summer eve is thru
The garden flowers shimmer brightly
Once kiss'd with the breaking day
With a sea of sparkling gems creating
A cacade of prisms across the way

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