A Day So New

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Morning teaches me
To write me a new song,
For a day so new.
With the words so same,
For a tune so new.

Morning shows me
The way how every night
Forms a dawn so nice.
The sun which settled a day before
Came with lights again,
So dazzling bright.
Times may the sun change
A day, but remains the same
For whatever the night may have been
Albeit the sun rises.
With the rays so same,
With the colours so same,
But with a day so new....

A great believer of Thoughts become Things. Sometimes scribble my thoughts and words. Just a happy, eclectic, and austere person.

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Hope to see more !!😇
August 9, 2020 at 8:31 PM
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