The morning dew hangs like tiny pearls on blades of grass, each a world, each a glimmer, a memory of dawn’s kiss, each a moment that dreams in the silence of awakening.
- Tadeusz Różewicz
The morning dew hangs like tiny pearls on blades of grass, each a world, each a glimmer, a memory of dawn’s kiss, each a moment that dreams in the silence of awakening.