Morning Dew

Seven drops of silver dew

Dripping down a petal wilted.

Seven stars in bright sky tilted,

Tears of a woodland spirit.

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Seven gems, lo and behold,

Sparkling like a fairy crystal.

Seven snowdrops blooming in cold,

Nature's sign of winter's end.

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Seven luminescent globes,

Shining as bright as a full moon.

Seven keys on a golden flute,

Whistling a haunting tune.

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Seven chimes gently ringing,

Billowing in the warm spring breeze.

Seven pebbles softly flinging,

Splashing a clear reflection.

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Seven tiny willow leaves,

Memories of once great trees.

Seven budding chrysanthemums,

Glinting in the purple dawn.

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Seven trembling drops

Of silver morning dew.