Awakening Poem by Buddhan Jee

Awakening



The morning window caressed by dewdrops,
a cold shower filling joy of living onto your face,
and chilled breeze taking you to that sacred past..
Its true we get blessed for getting up early...

Monday, October 8, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: joy
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Buddhan Jee

Buddhan Jee

India
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