Morning 1 - Poem by Alpeshkumar Makvana
Dewd-delicacy smoothens petals;
Breezing soft cools ponds; Yellow, yellow, sweet and slow;
Rays infant wobble to glow. Loved lips now lay at rest:
Lovely lips so at best!
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