Morning dews are scattered
on all over the grass blades
sparkle in the gleeful morning
longing to haunt the morning rays
Morning dews riddle the stress
that made the night antique
like a widow in distress
patronise the engulfing moor
To embed the qualis ab incepto
I infringe my minacity
to adsorb the emotional frequency
to an unseizable terms.
To reprehend the oozing pains
morning dews scattered on grass blades.
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Morning dew rids the life of stress. Absorb the beauty of morning dew on the blades of grass. Beautiful poem. Thank you.