Glistens in the morning sun against a smoky, dewy mist.
Double take at the beauty, an apparent, soft and gentle kiss.
Hidden on the leaves and branches it shines upon the darkest browns,
But don’t be fooled by her attraction, she’ll seduce and smile with silver charms.
Glimmers that wink to entice you, drawing you to that one touch
and that is when her edges trick you with just one look, one glance, one cut.
Butter wouldn’t melt they say, oh how butter wouldn’t melt.
An illusion to the senses but one that all insist is felt.
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