a grove is veiled in the morning mist
the more she undresses herself
the more sweet and serene is she becoming
with dewdrops here and there
on a lake calm and quiet
and against the refreshed light of the day
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A beautiful metaphor on nature an absolute write.10+ rated
Thank you for your appreciation, Jesus James Llorico.