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Brandon Cotter Sep 2017
Cold crisp dew
dripping down the window seal to my left
and the one I love
laying silently beside me
wearing her silk dress
I bought her when we were kids
death is certain
but so is love
Sammie Sep 2017
You ask me why!?
Why do I always cry!?
"Just be brave
N tell me what you crave",
Is what you have to say at last
So..you see..this is my crew n cast
You see, I crave for that light
Even when it is mid-night
I long for that gentle breeze
Even when here it just freeze
I seek that rushing wave
Even at that calm grave
I wish for that dance
So graceful in France
To see those beautiful loving eyes
Watching those, love just arise
Those mid-night blues
And the lovely dew
To be right next to you
Even without giving you a clue
Richard Grahn Sep 2017
Sweet dewdrops remain
In the soft fields where they lay
Shimmering their way
Crystal Freda Aug 2017
Salty, brisk kisses from the ocean blue
Dancing rain drops bellow over your head.
Fresh, crisp drops over a morning dew.
New beginnings as to be lead.

Daring, flashing currents rumbling down.
Rivers of clean, cooling water.
Splashing, flushing sounds all around.
Crashing, high energy waves totter.

Calming, sweet presence of a gentle pond.
Quiet, tolerate puddles bounce inwardly.
A pleasant silence beyond.
Heavenly drops so free.
Hasan Aspahani Jul 2017
I am a leaf and you are a voracious caterpillar. I'm gone, when you turn into a butterfly, develop the color of your wings.

I'm late night and you're polite dew. I was not there when on the leaf, morning and the sun brilliant you.
CGY Jul 2017
There is no dew
Framed skylines and paved heat
Asleep at dawn
Hasan Aspahani Jul 2017
MORNING is the way the earth teaches me how to love you, what I seem to routinely do, but in fact never repeats the same.

Morning is the way the sun teaches me to be faithful to you. He was never silent but did not move from him. Thus, true love is a love that does not ask.

Morning is the way the dew tells me about sincerity, and it wants me to imitate. It will only be there for a moment. But on the leaves, the traces of the story remain legible.

Morning, earth, sun, and dew, are my way of doing things for you, that is finding myself in who is not me, as I got from my love for you.
Dr Zik Jun 2017
I'm unable to stop
Falling soft pearls
From eyes at night
You're not about to stop
Falling dewdrops in
The morning
O' my dear Lord!
Both are unshakable signs of
Everlasting love
And the morning star is witness
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Dr ZIK's Poetry
Paul Marfil Jun 2017
This morning, my hand
Caught the first drop of dew.
I think I just held your hand.
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