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Freshness of dew
in the freshness of morning
just when flowers bloom afresh
draws me in
the freshness of my skin
and the freshness of my whole
being
as it leaps to envelope
the whole universe around me
until only the
freshness
remains.
A nice poem that I enjoyed reading. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.