The Morning
It is a quiet day of the atmosphere,
staying at the position of the universe,
covering of the cloud, sun, moon & star.
Thundering like as torm of death.
With a great shower of blessing.
Morning is the blesseth day of the lord,
The career of life and behavior,
The day of mercy, joy & peace.
It is a time of relaxing and enjoyment.
The living cock of the day.
Morning is the paradise of monument;
The east move from the west,
The north turn to the south,
They all assemble together,
Of the morning showers.
Morning is health, it is really so?
Heaven shall show doors of your blessing.
The day is bright,
Keep calm?
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