In the soft glow of morning's eyes,
Where dreams linger and sunrise sighs,
A world awakens with gentle surprise.
Golden rays caress the sleeping earth,
Bathing it in hues of rebirth,
In morning's eyes, a sacred mirth.
Dew-kissed petals unfold in grace,
As whispers of wind gently trace,
In morning's embrace, a tranquil place.
The Birds weave melodies in the dawn's embrace,
Their songs a symphony in time and space,
In morning's eyes, a fleeting trace.
With each breath of the dawn's sweet air,
The Hope blooms anew, beyond compare,
In morning's eyes, a promise rare.
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
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