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Sunday morning, rain’s not falling. In fact it was a perfect shade of blue.
I can see the blooming of the fire tree through my window.
The birds are chirping in harmony and the trees are swaying to the call of the wind.
Through those trees, I can see the wind and feel its beauty and power overtaking them.
The sun’s rays from miles away slowly getting through my yellow curtain,
reminding this still sleepy lady to wake up.
This is what the morning has brought me.
This is the poetry through my window.
good morning, love