The morning road
Once taken
Promises bestow...
Promises to reach that prelude
Of the Song
Which one perhaps murmured long
Within...
Promises of trees growing to lend freshness of peace
To the space around so concrete...
Promises of Hope as a spread of balm...
Promises of taking into one ambrosaic tunes held momentary in palms...
The morning road has the coolness of a generation
Where love and peace concoct a divine potion...
To instill purity and innocence more...
The morning road only happy feel pours...
Like a bouquet...
She presents
Promises entwined
In the morning's beauteous silence...
As if silence holds the songs proper
As if in silence of the morn, dreams germinate in golden copper...
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