Blog143:
At break of dawn
Soft breeze flow
And wander through
Crevices of the window
Inside my room
The soft wind
Touches my still sleepy skin
It slithers to my face …
It whispers to my ear …
It glides to my eyes …
“Wake up!” it invites
Ignored … it wraps around my being
Sweetly, it jolts me again, “Wake up!”
Down the horizon
The sun begins to rise
The soft breeze speaks again,
“Look!” he invites …
“Wake up, and behold
The new day unfold!”
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