Singing the praises of the morning
so beautiful and enchanting
By lover of literaturePublished 4 months ago • 1 min read
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At dawn,
I walk along
the country road,
Gazing at
the willow tree
swaying in the breeze,
Listening to
the birds
singing joyfully,
Their voices
clear and melodious,
Drifting over
the tranquil lake,
Where mist
hovers gently,
Creating a beauty
so ethereal,
The distant mountains
don a veil
of modesty,
So shy,
So pure and flawless,
The rising sun
warm and gentle,
Stirs up
emotions high,
Morning,
so beautiful and enchanting.
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