Thinking of gifting you a morn, dear,

Thinking of gifting you,
A morn dear,
A morn of such a mid November,
Filled with cornfields,
Green sparkling
With the nightly dews still,
Smiling much like a dream,

Thinking of gifting you,
A morn dear,
Spread all over this earth,
A morn only for us,
To catch the intent
Of a songful bent,
Of our lives,

Thinking of gifting you,
A valley this morn,
Full of flowers and butterflies,
And beehives too,

Thinking of gifting you
A plot of a countryside,
Where a river flows singing with lo and hi tide,

Thinking of gifting you,
An unprecedented morn,
A garden of hanging Babylon.


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