Golden Morning Poem by ram kausik

Golden Morning



All the night it rained,
The morning began with the sweet voice of Stock dove,
Music of waters with rhythm which made butterflies dance,
Fog covered the sky as a roof on the top,

Sun rose as wishes in a student,
Which made the sky as golden in color,
Birds saying good morning to trees,
It’s all the good morning! !

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