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The morning forest.
#Sunrise
While walking through the early morning forest;
I felt those light rays touching my soul;
Warming up the cold blood;
I can feel that fresh air from the trees;
a touch of freshness;
I saw those leaves twinkling with those dimond droplets;
I saw those clouds collecting tears from the seas; to cry on the dry fields;
I saw the sun wearing the red colour raising up lazy, by melting the dew like he watering the plants;
I hear those early singings of birds greeting happy morning;
I can smell the fragnance of the little blossoming flowers;
I realised I am nothing but just a part of "forgotten family".
© davence_hackwell
While walking through the early morning forest;
I felt those light rays touching my soul;
Warming up the cold blood;
I can feel that fresh air from the trees;
a touch of freshness;
I saw those leaves twinkling with those dimond droplets;
I saw those clouds collecting tears from the seas; to cry on the dry fields;
I saw the sun wearing the red colour raising up lazy, by melting the dew like he watering the plants;
I hear those early singings of birds greeting happy morning;
I can smell the fragnance of the little blossoming flowers;
I realised I am nothing but just a part of "forgotten family".
© davence_hackwell
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