![]() And dew was but a science.A Poem by Steph K![]() Good morning world!![]() In the mist of morning, silence comes dropping slow. The dew forms on the grass. Like little drops of tears on blades of green. They dance, a winter waltz beauty in the midst of pain. Cold memories do they invoke Fiery ice, the intensity building And the sun peeks through the horizon Like symphonic music A Clash of drums And the earth is enveloped The dew complete Silence! Let her cry. Her time is scarce. © 2011 Steph KAuthor's Note
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