Watching The Dawn
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The trees, huts and hills are
But dark shadows draped
With a shroud of thick mist
Standing at the window I
Watch the dawn breaking
Slowly in the serene east
Tiny dew drops hang from
Tip of grasses and leaves
Bearing a transparent hue
Flowers open up slowly
Shedding colors pink, red,
Yellow, violet and blue
The cool wind comes and
Goes singing a melody in
A soft and whispering tune
Watching the birds soaring
In the sky my mind feels the
Peace and begins to swoon
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