On this lovely day, the sun does rise,
Gently painting the sky with hues so wise.
Birds sing softly, their melodies sweet,
A morning symphony that can’t be beat.
The breeze whispers secrets through the trees,
Carrying the scent of blossoms with ease.
Moments of peace that linger and pass.
Clouds drift lazily in the endless blue,
Each one a dream, a wish come true.
Time seems to pause, a breath so deep,
On this lovely day, all seems so clear,
A perfect moment to hold dear.
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Abbas
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