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Morning spring.


Osmosing the clouds,
Falling rays on the wetlands,
Awakening the green lives,
Painting them real…,
From the darkened bands.
Dew evaporating,
Dispersing in the atmospheric air,
Divine soul gaining attenuation,
With the heavenly unfair.
Chirping birds,
Onset for their daily basis,
Inspiring from their morning act,
Letting me free and living with present phases.

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