The dawn came
With a lot of candy floss
Pinkish blue
The dawn came to touch the greenish moss
As grown overnight
Courteis rain and more of rain
That had inundated the souls with dreams ...
The morn came such
As if to touch
All with His Holiness...
The morn came with candy pink dress...
As if a scene hitherto unsavoured
As if lord Himself had favoured
The ascent and descent the same...
Of candy pink floss
Across the sky blue...
Huge...
As huge as the arrival sudden
Of a cottony hill...
The dawn came with a cool feel
On skin...
On eyelids...
On arms and legs...
The dawn in whispery tone
Only Love planted and laid...
A gelato taste...
With lot of gelati...
Spread and puffing up
Made of only cream and sugar...
And nut purees...
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