The night's when turning into day,
And stars begin to slowly blur,
The early birds when move to stir,
Dreams seem to pour on to pillows
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Refreshing fragrant air! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Oops PH missed it... Indeed, happiness is in small little things we get free from nature and yet... thanks for visiting.
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