Whispers of dawn in the softest sigh,
A breath of day as the night says goodbye.
It dances through leaves with a gentle ease,
A lover's touch in the morning breeze.
Kissing the earth as it brushes past,
Lingering softly, but never to last.
It carries the scent of dew-kissed grass,
And the promise of hope as shadows pass.
Awake, it sings to the sleeping flowers,
Stirring their petals in quiet hours.
A fleeting grace, a tender tease,
Such is the gift of the morning breeze.
About the Creator
Arbab Haider
As an author, I am captivated by the human experience, diving deep into the complexities of relationships and the emotions that define our lives. My writing journey began with a simple desire to tell stories that resonate with readers.
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