The rising of the sun
is a shadow on my dawn
to the glamour of your eyes.

The chatter of the early birds
are lurking jeorpady
of bad luck.
I grant sanction
to the lush joy
abound in your jolly smile.

A good morning kiss
unfeignedly from the heart
with sanctified emotions
makes my story endless.

fate mcfate

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