The rise and dawn of day

January 6, 2008
Early in the morning,
I wake up to feel the cool breeze
the sun rising from the horizon,
takes me off my feet.

The blossoms in the field
take my breath away,
while I am skipping to my house
in the month of May.

The birds in the sky
fluttered their wings,
I sat on the grass
hearing the nightingale sing.

On the grass, there I lie
staring at the beautiful sight
of the burnt colored sky
leading to the dawn of night.

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