Sense something their brush of blade of green emerald hue tickling the dusty soil
Do i shift my gaze ever so slightly and catched the reflection trhough this moring..... "
Dew droplet slowly caressing the very end of the blade of,,,,
Grass when i stare deep into the morning sun dances on single grass fiber quivers within the wind .
Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 7:59 AM UTC
Sense something their brush of blade of green emerald hue tickling the dusty soil
Do i shift my gaze ever so slightly and catched the reflection trhough this moring..... "
Dew droplet slowly caressing the very end of the blade of,,,,
Grass when i stare deep into the morning sun dances on single grass fiber quivers within the wind .
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