It had been a morn...

It had been a morn
To climb that road
Circling the hill,
It had been a morn
For me to walk to feel
The cold breeze that sent
Those flags aflutter
Whispering their spirituality,
It had been a morn
To walk and be bathed by piety,
To get into an unhindered flow of silence,
To feel how chants and gongs usually lend
Beauty to a heart and Peace to a mind to ascend
Tireless, calmed and young,
It had been a morn
To grow by verses of uphill
a journey, long.

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