The morning dew comes down upon me
Leaving its sticky mist behind
My clothes feel moist, almost wet but dry
My face has this touch of dampness, a little shine
My breathing is rapid, but I am making not a sound
Lost in nature and all that surrounds
My virtue, this life, and all of its duplicities
Continue to convey, with a touch so profound
Copyrighted 2009 JFleury
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