The glisten of dew drops early in the morning,
scattered about the ground like so many tiny diamonds.
So beautiful is the weaving of the spider's web and it's intricacies,
yet so deadly and full of danger to the butterfly.
How lovely is the rose and it's fragrance so sweet,
yet even so it's thorns are sharp and full of pain.
And how delicate and fragile is the snowflake,
that as soon as it lights upon the hand it melts away.
I've often been told that I look like I'm always in deep thought. This is some of the things that visit my thoughts when I have time to let my mind roam freely like an untethered horse.
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