A visual memory of rain
becoming a cloth of fine
lace framing the shining
fluorescence of grass &
soft green of trees
Translucence of crystal string
droplets adorning the eaves;
a view-master picture deep
in perspective; transfixed,
I try to imprint its beauty
On the screen of my mind
to recall enchantment of
this world forever
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