Foggy misty dewy feel of a birth

Foggy misty dewy a birth
With a feel of being nourished with mirth
As gentle moist covering the skin
Arrives the road of the morn like a dream...

And the air smells drunk with aroma
Of blossoms blooming as if carrying Her sublime...
Traveling through such a road
Is like being merged with wonderous time...

And me watches time too
How goes slow as drops of dew
Held on hair and moist cool leaves
As if there time gets kissed by happy breeze...

And the road winding going
Like a river lone through sleepy town
Seems also feeling joyous serene
As falling eternal on  its silent macadam...


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