The morning fog
settles gentle on Mother Earth
and strokes her skin.
Wrap every blade of grass to each drop of dew
as if to land intermixed with his soul.
Every morning is born is a miracle that fairies
awesome presence,
hidden behind the rays of dawn
wearing deep sky dawn
until it lifts the curtain
light and the sun
walk gracefully into the new day
and shows his face peaceful.
The smile of the h 
adas
merges with that of the sun king
until the night reigns in the firmament
the moon and then smiles and flies
with fairies
now playing with stars.
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