Little drops of morning

When your feet gently dance
Over the misty fields of morning

When the sun slowly warms
The shadows of the mind

When you somehow just forgot
How to listen to the dark 

And you realise 
All that really matters
Is what the little drops of morning
Feel like on your skin

That’s where it all starts
With the drops of true life
Early in your morning

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