Sunrise

The majesty of darkness And the anticipation of coming light; A watercolor painting of silver shadows; The questioning songs of morning birds; A sky like a crystal bottle filled with a clear sea; The light splashing across the horizon; The earth spins to welcome the sun, Who is late to receive her guests; The dancing fire set on my muddy eyes; The opaque clouds escaping my lips; The crisp and chilling air lacing around clean lungs; The sun arranges her skirts and rises higher; And this was my morning.

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nishat-firoj

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