Trickling, trickling
or perhaps falling and splashing
and maybe even standing still
your spherical cousins greet me in the morning
in the form of little dew drops
clinging to freshly clipped grass
and sweet-smelling petals
of fresh lavender and rose
oh the misty morning
with the sun shining down on us
crystallizing the perfect ambience of nature,
God's marblized creation,
casting dazzling reflections on the wall
as I walk out my front door
into the garden
and whisper,
to everything out there,
Hello.
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Now this is wonderful and it is so good to see another fine young poet here on AP. Talent galore and a touch of heaven in your words. Hello young poet. Write on for you will be read.
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