Morning

I hear one beautiful song

Every morning during sunrise.

It sounds quiet and not long.

A woman sang it, what a surprise.

I never see her between trees

Even if I wake up early morning

When fog moves away with a breeze.

I fell in love with the voice, love is not boring.

 

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