Early Morning Bliss
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Nosheen Irfan
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Golden yellow gleams
Pouring from life's brimming vessel
Far and wide
Fields draped in royal finery
Early morning bliss!
Oh sore heart
Drink tasteful nectar of a dawning
To fill the emptiness
Of your existence
How you cried
In the deathly silence of the night
On the verge of destruction
Wake, wake, wake
The sun smiles the smile of the beloved.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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