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The sun dabs the morning's blue canvas
with its golden bristles of dawn, stroking warm tones
and announcing an old new beginning on the horizon.

The morning breeze nudges playful clouds,
sending each gliding on the canvas, where the sun's gentle taps anoint them with warmth.

Beneath, the foliage waves,
marveling at the unfolding canvas, their limbs reaching out
                     to bask
                     in the sun's eternal, quiet
                     masterpiece.
Written by
Hamilz Malilz  34/M/Malawi
(34/M/Malawi)   
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