When there's 1000 topics to lie about,
I cannot help but let out a pout.
In morning's light, the world seems quite new,
Grass adorned with silver dew.
Each droplet holds a tiny sun,
A day of hope has just begun.
Flowers blow in every corner,
I can't see the sight that shows mourner.
When the sun sets to rest,
Days like this seem to be blessed.
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PoetryBeautiful butterflies singing through the air I couldn't expect such a better view anywhere The ultimate poetry collection has arrived for nature lovers! Young readers and poets who couldn't have any better poetry than before! We have granted you ov...
