This morn is just nothing
But an awesome sky...
Where woken up birds fly
And their wings getting drenched
By the wet and the shine,
This morn is a ride
Through the country city alike,
Finding how buses get filled
With children by the window seats,
Catching the morn like a cool breeze...
And the sky, spread as usually wide,
Telling An Autumn, autumnal sight...
( Note: the pic attached is taken by me, real time)
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