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There is a Delicate Charm

And magnificent Splendour

To the infinitesimal

With gladness engendered,

Lush Beauty reigns

In each blade of grass,

A Wealth of Simplicity

Unsurpassed.

 

There is Delicate Charm

In the tenderest fire,

Whether blushing rose

Or brindled briar,

That speaks in Harmony

With all that breathes,

Whistling on the wind

As it Delicately Frees!

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Day 4 of 365
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If you’d like to join this challenge, see the Original Post for details.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful photograph found on Google.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer.  Thank you~