Misty Morn

In the morning, when flowers bloom,  
Lilacs  fragrance weave sweet perfume.  
A weary heart, it longs to rest,  
Tranquil slumber, it does cajole.  

My guitar strums in soft rhythm, 
In the morning, when flowers bloom,  
Etching melodies,  soothing hymn, 
A sigh escapes, a whispered claim.  

Amidst the haze, dreams softly dance,  
A misty realm, a fleeting chance, 
In the morning, when flowers bloom,  
Night's embrace begins to assume.  

In slumber's embrace,  find reprieve,  
A respite from the world's upheave.  
The peaceful dreams creates soft scream, 
In the morning, when flowers bloom.

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