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Of Daisies And Dew.
Mists hold silent those distant hills,
as dew hangs trinkets upon newly
woken grass.
Bright-eyed daisies flatten
themselves beneath my tread
to rise again at my passing.
Mists hold silent those distant hills,
as dew hangs trinkets upon newly
woken grass.
Bright-eyed daisies flatten
themselves beneath my tread
to rise again at my passing.
Absolutely marvelous.
Beautifully crafted.
Thank you Stephen, Ive had
Thank you Stephen, Ive had difficulty getting on the site for several days, so have only just read your comment. X