Morning Poem by manaswini dash

With soft footsteps,
the morning came
and wake me up
I looked at her.
she was looking so fresh,
with small dew drops,
scattered over her body.
she was looking so beautiful,
with the reddish sunlight
reflected on her.
Her eyes were beaming-
with giggling dreams,
that makes me thrilled and excited
With lots of-
hopes and aspirations,
I started climbing-
steps after steps,
to achieve my dreams.,
During the journey
I could not marked
when her figure changed,
from a glowing beauty-
to a pale faded shadow
and within twinkle of an eye,
before I could understand anything,
that shadow also vanished
from my sight.
And all my dreams
remained in halfway.