The sun fell in moon drops
Across the chiseled lawn.
Green and sparkling with dew
Fresh fallen
A calm silence fell
Across the weathered brick house.
The shudders cling dryly to the house
Shifting with the slightest draft.
The dawn brightens the crest of the hill
Reflecting dew
And creating a weary residence
That pawed the very visage of the young girl’s view.
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