At dawn,
nature grows a touch too tender;
Her petals pendulate
(like paper aeroplanes),
from murmuring midnight
to moistening moans
(of morning).
She plays with dewdrops,
then resurrects
smoothness to mud
and unfurling foliage.
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from murmuring midnight to moistening moans (of morning).
She plays with dewdrops,
then resurrects smoothness to mud and unfurling foliage.
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