In the stillness of the morning's dew,
a song of love begins to brew,
the birds chirp along with our tune,
a symphony that plays till noon.
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I think the first two lines in the last verse are most profound. When the rain stops, much often departs, including the good things. Great verse, Asim.
This glorious poem wins, many stars from the poetic firmament that light the way to better days.
So shear poetic delight. Written with love in all it depth, beauty and might. Poetry, that moves the heart, giving life a brand new start!
Great flow and nice rhyme. In the stillness of the morning's dew, a song of love begins to brew.
Beautiful and wonderful composition song of love that starts with our morning of life and ends with evening gusts when we breath our last