Ray of hope to the valley of dreams.
Morning sun to ignite the passion of sky.
Whistling cold breeze to the woods.
Relishing sound of birds to the feelings of triumph.
Climb up to the hill to conquer the morning.
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PoesieEverything happens for a reason.......but happiness is when we find why it happened....there is nothing such as unhappiness...it is just the absence of a wonderful smile....
