Early in the morning. Cool freshness. My town still sleeps. In the mist the trees shine in color. More wet, smelling with a whitish white scent. Softly cheat paths high grass. In silent light, velvet leaves - droplets spilled dew - small spheres transparent beauty, in which, the world is reflected, is reflected: very tiny sunrises, very small suns, many birds fly over is only one. A moment - glimmering at me and very small arcs but they are hiding in the green screaming grasses.
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