"Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on it's perilous way .... "
Quote by _John Keats
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Each morning I find dewdrop beads, little gems like jewels; in my garden a dewdrop bleeds, as a tender fragile leaf feeds. Morning dewdrops follow no rules; they need no tricks or tools ! They sparkle in the morn' sunshine, in a nature romance; with each sweet flower, bloom and vine, until with all beauty they twine. I adore this waltzing slow dance; this daily happenstance ! Like dewdrops our own life is brief, each day we hang waiting; imagine living on a leaf, where we weep pearls of mournful grief. Our heart and soul is pulsating; for life captivating ! __________________ June 18, 2022 Poetry/Rhyme/Droplets of Dew Copyright Protected, ID 06-1466-463-18 All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France Written for the Premier contest, Dewdrops sponsor, Angel L. Villanueve, Judged 06/29/2022
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