To A Morning Comments

Upon the road still not worn by the passersby, dawdling towards the morning, a flower withered unto my head! The breeze gentle brought the fragrance of the heavens to my nostrils! Stopped by longing long time I stood, upon the bank of swift flowing time! Let me stay here for a while when the drops of yester-rain still dip from the clouds!

The flower white enough to touch the depth, fragrant enough to awake the senses, is on my palm overlooked by my sleepy vision. With the smile of gratitude, did the pigeon that came hungry today upon the windows drop it? Or did the heavens pleased shower the blessings from far above the skies of blue? Look at me, touch my petals, says the beauty upon my palm!
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