The Dew Drop

I woke up to the quietness of the dawn,

Opened the window to see the crispness of my lawn.

 Everything around me is still,

Took a deep breath, with freshness I fill.

The thin vapor of my inner being is awake,

 I try touching it and it condenses into a little dew drop to take.

 Let me kiss this sparkling pure drop, not long it would stay,

This “moment of being”  might just evaporate in the heat of the day.

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