With the morn not so brght
The sky not very cĺear
The clouds in haze
With the winds not so strong
The breeze in a gentle move
The atmosphere rather cool
With the rains not so heavy
The drizzle very light
The pace little marshy
With the break of dawn
The birds not seen anywhere
The men inside homes
There seems to be peace
A transcendental feel
Felt all throughout
A kind of meditation
A salvation in bliss.
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