morning gathers gently
on the curve of white petals
dew clings like secrets
whispered in the hush of dawn
each droplet holds the sky
a fragile universe
dissolving in the sun
yet for this moment
it belongs only to the petal
to the hush of early light
to the beauty that asks for nothing
but to be seen
The Creative Chic 
❤ perfection 🙂
❤ Thank you, Michael 🙂
Lovely poem and photo.
Thank you so much 🙂🌷
Gorgeous! The words and the photo ;)❤️
Like you ;)❤️
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Love the line “each droplet holds the sky” Great work!
Thank you!