Fresh scents of a humid breeze,
lustrous dews dancing on grass,
as the birds woke up from their restful slumber,
to the promising rays of a reddening sun.
Life is stubbornly beautiful,
at six o’clock in the morning.
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Six O’clock in the Morning
A poem
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