The morning is heavy
With the freshness of the dew
Hanging precariously on a leaf
Showing off the sun
Passing through it
I wake up unmindful
Of this delicately placed
Expression of the universe
Not looking forward
To the heat of the day
I sit on my bed
Wary of the daylight
For all it reminds me of
Is a tedious stringing
Of beads
Very unlike dewdrops
Hanging mindfully on a leaf
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