Walking through high grass
Every step fraught
With a prospect of crossing paths
With a reptile unseen yet heard in rustles
Nature experienced in buckets of fear
Laying in the mind
Every step fraught
With a prospect of crossing paths
With a reptile unseen yet heard in rustles
Nature experienced in buckets of fear
Laying in the mind
Reality, however
Presents itself in the magnificence
Of the little touch-me-nots
Draped by the warmth of light
Presents itself in the magnificence
Of the little touch-me-nots
Draped by the warmth of light
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