In the pleasant morning
The sun shines,
The weather is fine,
Everything is in full swing,
But a dark patch of cloud at the farthest corner of the sky tries
To destroy my good rhythm,
I laugh at it,
As it does not know my indomitable spirit,
I am always reluctant to give up,
I wait and wait
With great patience and concentration,
I honestly believe that
I will surely win at the end.
A new day dawns, a new fight begins and the poet is ready to confront every problem he will meet. Excellent poem
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