The dawn, arrives.
Like fawn, under window.
Get a silk rope.
Across the sky, ravens-
bragging in shrill voice,
of early rise.
Sun chops the sea
in sharp blows, distributing-
light for everybody.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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