Wisps of gossamer tissues
Delicately laced amidst tall grass
As if left by fanciful fairies
On an evening just passed
Along a trail in shrub-covered hills
Alone
Trotting with my horse,
Closer examination reveals
Webs spun by spiders
Kissed by the dew.
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