Wake up to a fresh morning

To make the dreams of the night

Come to light.


Has there been any morning

Which did not bring fresh tidings

A new perspective to the days begone.


A sunrise that throws new light

A light that cloaks the old

With a new dress for that day.


Some vibrant like the spring colors

Some with somber notes of the winter

Some dazzling white like the summer afternoon.


Don’t waste the sight of the new world

The droplets of despair vaporized

Wiped by the tender veil of morning sun.


Come, breathe in the air

Spiked with the scents

Of coffee, Of new dreams, Of new beginnings.




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