The Divine Morn
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Anil Kumar Panda
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the sound of the stream
moving across the undulating
lands wakes me up in the morn
the fragrance of fresh
flowers wafting in the cool air
comes to me as a new day is born
the rustling of leaves and
the humming of bees come
to me as i take a walk on the path
to the garden and i feel the
divine as in the ambience of
a soothing morn i take a deep bath
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