22 | A Contemplation Upon Weeds

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Dewdrops kiss my skin
A silver coat over my shoulders green
There's magic in every morning.
In the atmosphere wafts perfumes of earth's daughters
They sway their hips
They nod their heads
Petals fall at my feet
The floor is carpeted with beautiful hues
Red, white and purple too
The birds come piping morning's tune.

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