Passing through the misty air,
In the gentleness of dawn,
I see the shining rays of light
Of which my heart grows fond.
The sleepy dew upon the petals
Shake in the morning breeze,
With the chirping of the morning bird,
My heart grows soft with ease.
The soft still light between the leaves
Comforts the weary heart.
And brings the rising sun inside
Keeping darkness out.
Now rest your worries at your feet,
No need to think of pain.
Just let sunlight fill your mind
And feel the peace again.
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 9:15 PM UTC
Passing through the misty air,
In the gentleness of dawn,
I see the shining rays of light
Of which my heart grows fond.
The sleepy dew upon the petals
Shake in the morning breeze,
With the chirping of the morning bird,
My heart grows soft with ease.
The soft still light between the leaves
Comforts the weary heart.
And brings the rising sun inside
Keeping darkness out.
Now rest your worries at your feet,
No need to think of pain.
Just let sunlight fill your mind
And feel the peace again.
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