The morning mist leaves behind
a trail of dew drops
On the yearning leaves
Quenching their thirst.
The auburn sun
Casts its gentle rays
Upon the sunflowers
that wait with bated breath
to bloom with love.
Just the way
You kiss
Your blissful verses
Tenderly
To awaken
My dormant soul
That was once forlorn.
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Picture Credit : Pixabay
