WHEN THE MORNING COMES


Clean slate sparkles in wake

Scented breath

Lacing the early lush meadow grandeur

In modulating gentle gush

Flowing

Birds chirp in lofty chorus

Inspiring soul beyond limits

Kites floating effortlessly within prominent aura

Cast upon the clear expansive sky crisp

Spectacular

No care accosts the heart

When the morning comes

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