not the same..
sky has more red than yellow mixing with grey and orange hues..
breeze and windy feels on my face and leaves...
my eyes are spoiled by this beauty..
waiting in vain for another day to come..
the pace and my rhythms..
morning is never be the same..
or
i am never be the same..
breeze and windy feels on my face and leaves...
my eyes are spoiled by this beauty..
waiting in vain for another day to come..
the pace and my rhythms..
morning is never be the same..
or
i am never be the same..
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