Morning Dawn


Once, on the way of greenery,
in between peaks of sand,
the small steps with jangle,
a drop of dew over flowers,
smooth pleasant air,
rushing towards the dawn,
soothing voice of cuckoo,
smell of that barley,
the fantastic attire of the nature with a mesmerize way to give chance,
to live the memory, to make believe over the nature.

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