Early in the morning,
While my ego lay asleep,
I longed to witness for myself
What the new day would bring...
I opened wide the windows of my heart
And deeply inhaled
The soft, gentle light.
I beheld the hilltops—
Crowned in sun,
Much like a scene of paradise,
Erased from my mind,
Yet calling me back—
To journey home, ancient and true...
MyKoul
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