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She is walking through the morning mist,
Her steps a gentle hymn, a lover’s kiss,
The dawn unfurls in soft hues of gold,
Her story written, her dreams unfold.
Each footfall echoes on the quiet street,
A rhythm to her heart’s tender beat,
Her silhouette, a dance in shadowed light,
Glows with grace as day replaces night.
The world awakens, and she moves along,
A melody in the city’s song,
Her path a ribbon in the rising sun,
She is walking where the wildflowers grow,
In the morning’s embrace, she’ll always know.
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Abbas
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Comments (2)
It felt peacefully. Liked it.
What a lovely poem. Its beauty lingers.