A feathery brush of Dandelions against your skin
or a hushed pulsation shunning in a quiet corner
sometimes cloaking a secluded reply
a shy smile in a genial demeanour
You can never fathom
the truth they undeniably live.
And if you catch a glimpse of the fulgor
oozing out of the corner of their pure misty eyes
you would witness how tiny droplets of moments
Ripen into the rarest of invaluable
like morning dewdrops
trickling down the blade of grass.
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