Morning
The rag of darkness
gradually transforms now
in to a red ball of gentle fire
which will spread in minutes
to all forests falls and fields
gently awaking all to life
with a warming smile.
The ball of ice
has started rolling down
to form a stream
to enliven the dead deserts
to their green supreme!
The dirt,the debris
the torn rotten corpses carcasses
are swept and thrown to the oblivion.
The chirps tiny souls,blooming
of pretty flowers,dew drenched grass beds
have sent the ghosts demons dragons
away from the scene.
Now,it is for everyone
to buzz with business
and dance to the rhythm.
The dying flame
deep down the stony cold darkness
has regathered it's courage
and stone crushing zeal
to re-kindle itself to jump again
in to the enraged ocean of life.
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