New dawn. New day. New entry chance.
When dreams embrace the heads so tight
It's hard to see what - wrong, what –
right.
Sun climbs up high to watch balance
Contrast between the sky and earth,
And humans stretching in the pause.
Hark, wind, mischievous child at glance
Inflates the clouds like balloons
The heaven hear cry of loons.
When whistling – makes the clouds dance
Migrating, they attract the bird
Who fly away to verge of world.
Wind drives the pensive tree in trance
Disheveled, for the smugly eye
Sun never be the same in sky.
~ ~ ~
New dawn. New day. New entry chance.
Sun climbs up high to watch balance
Hark, wind, mischievous child at glance
When whistling – makes the clouds dance
Wind drives the pensive tree in trance.
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