Mornings are so compose...

Mornings are so compose. Like, instrumental; to bring life in the soul. All thoughts of the last night. Regardless of how sour or pale, disappear as morning enters the lane.
The winds when come along with the mornings. There's an attitude of peace all around. Buzzing in the ears, the birds singing tones. Little drizzle that cools the atmosphere. A rhythmic wave of sunlight, appears later on. And if not; then the chill fragments. It's a nice way to invite, cool enchanting days of winter. It's showering of the snow, in the form of waves; in those places where actually there's no snowfall happening. In the air, the winds like I go about saying with quite certainty; like a lover does move. Dreams flare, along with words of wisdom. Mind rests in peace. Serene the call of the environment. Another morning passes by.

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