And dew was but a science.A Poem by Steph KGood 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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