Misty Morning
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Abdul Wahab
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The mist
Of the morning
Wrapped us
Like a shawl
We were blind
To ignore the pot holes
Like a sweet breeze
Swept along the wild
In the songs
We saw
The fragrance
Of future
And smelled
The rising
Rays of hope
To keep us warm
The petals
Of roses
Opened up
With the rising
Of temperature
The cold
Broke like a clog
We put aside
Our cloak
The fog
Parted away
Like the rhymes
Of a novice writer
Along with
The dreams
From the sun rays.
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