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Mornings
A train chuffs in the distance,
The stray dogs growl in dispute,
Early lark chirrups its euphonies,
The aroma of simmering tea embraces,
A yellow disk dawns with glare,
As my eyelids glint the rays red,
I wake up squinting only to witness day,
I return to slumber anyway.

- mathi
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