morning rays
In the wee morning of darkness
Where lights seem dim on the country road
The misty morning clouded for the eyes
The long stretch of road of emptiness
The sound of windy breezes
Silently rustling along the leaves
Of the trees standing upright on the road
Living the day sleeping at night
The long misty quiet road
No soul can be seen for miles
They say 'silence is golden'
In this instant of empty road
The sky slowly turning into shafts of light
Blossoming out into the sky..............
The day of morning ray of hope
It is alive once more
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