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MORNING'S GENTLE HUSH ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The world awakens from its soft dreams The stars fade out, like embers cold, The sunrise paints the sky with hues of gold. The darkness slowly starts to flee, The trees, like sentinels of old, Stand guard, their branches stretching bold. The dew-kissed grass reflects the sun's rays, The air, crisp and cool, with scents of bloom, Invigorates the senses, a morning perfume. The world, in all its beauty lies ‘Tis a time for dreams, a time for hope, A time for new beginnings, with the morning we elope.
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