Winds blow and the stars shine
A landscape draws, of its own kind
People cheers, with a drink of wine
Something came into, my dreamy mind

Dear morning, came with a hustling freshness
Was thinking, while laying half across the sleepy slopes
A cup of tea was good, to bring cheerishness
To start the day, with brand new hopes

The obsession of something new, is no simple job
But not doing so, will be a private crime
Numerous memories, in the form of tiny blob(s)
And there I was, on the verge of a new rhyme


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