The start of a day

Sun rays piercing through the mist
Blessed my head bare,
A breeze coming across the moors
Tussled my hair,
The chirps from the eastern skies
Drew patterns in the air,
These all came to whisper,
"Good morning", to my ear.

Aargh- the alarm goes out
Gushing blood to my head,
Five-minutes shower, jeans and a chiffon top,
Curled locks dances to stiletto clicks.
The eyeliner starts to draw its patterns,
French fragrance slowly conquers the air,
I rush out, the apartment door closed,
Their long-pressed horns throw, "YOU'RE LATE!" glare.

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