I crave for those explicit views of dawn<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When sun would peep through the canopy and wink<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The finest rays embracing the earth<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And that moment would be spectral<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Being kissed by them rises your spirits<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“The spirits rose from the ashes”, they say<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The chirruping magpies and their magical spell<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One for sorrow and two for joy and so on<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Even the cool breeze lifts you up<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everything seems vivid and youthful<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The leaves dancing in their favourite steps<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wearing new colours of life<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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And the whole world becomes an open stage<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even the cuckoo keeps composing for you<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The performers of real life<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the admirers of simplicity<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Early mornings are a bliss<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The hustle and bustle of life seems far away<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A mountain of deep mystic love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Calling you to be in its arms, never to depart<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"