Who says, love comes just once in a day?
What if it looks like the sun rise
and has a chance to lie in the west bed?
A dawn has to come from the bosom of last night.
Morning is only yards away just at the doorstep.
No matter if the sun itself daily sets!
A new dawn with morning as a gift stands at doorstep!
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