Morning Time

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Delicate golden sunrays

Shining light on the world

Awakening the sleeping souls

Feathery wind

Brushing through the trees

Music to the leaves

Swaying and dancing to the rhythm and beat

But you can't listen

Just feel

Whistles like glassy bell

Travelling through thin air

Singing to the sleeping souls

For the melody to reach their ears

To awaken you from the deep sleep

And enjoy this life

That looks like painted masterpiece

The sky have this mix of colours

That assures you

That the sun is on its way

To announce the start

Of a beautiful day

The wind whistles

To sing you awake

In a moment when the Earth seems dead

It's a time you can compare to non other

With all of these wonders

You take a glance

To the symphonic scenery

You pull the curtains down and groan

Falling back to sleep

It's morning time

But who cares?

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