`
Winter and dawn.
Winter and dawn.
And a droplet of dew,
Silent.
Clasps
Onto a rugged blade of grass.
Naive, I exclaim,
"How lovely the droplet.
How rugged the blade of grass."
You smile,
"Every drop of morning dew
Needs her grass to settle down,
And every weathered grass aspires
A moistened jewel in his crown.
Behold the lovely pair."
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Pilani, RJ,
February, 2005
