Saturday, August 29, 2015

the morning dew

The sweet refreshing scent of morning dew
hanging at the tip of the grass
so fragile
so pure

The moment is not ever lasting
but, thanks to mother nature
it happens naturally
every single day

Lets start anew, friend
be as pure as the morning dew
hold on tight even when the strong wind blows

Don's be afraid, friend
even if you were being stepped on
you rise again the next day

Keep your coherence as the morning dew
happy with your own existence

Dance, have fun
sing with the rhythm of the rain
with your head held high

Short-lived, who cares?


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