The sun sneaks slowly into today. Sometimes that is the prettiest way. Brightening the morn in streaks of pink. Nature's beauty at her best, I think. At the earth turns the sky grows light blue. Dew appears and remains me of you. Strange it's still true, please listen to me. Dew is important in life, you see. Those sparkling eyes I've seen them on you. Light reflections like the morning dew. Projects a warmth for the oncoming day. I think of you in this special way. �Mike Dimond 1999 Poetry Index Page Created: Sept 18th, 1999

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