A subtle beauty
She is delicate and pure;
Born at the fall of night
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She dazzles like a newborn hope Of life, joy, love and pleasure With her, faith grows stronger As none could be purer than her With grace she descends on earth Where she builds her bower In which lies souls’ delight and pleasure A God’s gift so pure and true She is none other than our dear dew...nice poetic expression. This is a beautiful poem on dew nicely delineated.
Many many thanks.........Kumarmaniji........I am in fact indebted to you for your unfaltering reviews of my commonplace and incidental poems as I just release my feelings as and when I feel so, so that at the end of the day I could feel better. I wish and may God bless you to light the path you tread on and enlighten all and things you love the most. I will certainly read all your poems whenever i get time.Thank you once again