Poem for my snail friend
Slow and steady is my race,The sun hides his yellow face.
This breezy cold makes me shiver,
My cozy shell, my only cover.
Let me lay here till the sun comes,
This mother tree feels so warm.
MACROPHOTOGRAPHY - 🐌 SNAIL NAPPING ON A BARK 🐌
The sun hides his yellow face.
This breezy cold makes me shiver,
My cozy shell, my only cover.
Let me lay here till the sun comes,
This mother tree feels so warm.
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