As comes the morn
So comes the noon
Thus followed by the dark
Which in cyclic gets form (d)
The day of your dreams
Being born..Liven up and cease (d) .
From the moment of birth dawn
To that of dead dusk
Every move to that of its mood
Is vibrant in its hues
Lively all along the coastline
Of longing reminiscences.
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