The stars disappear,
Beneath the dark skies,
As dawn start to prepare,
The dark received the light.
The sun shines,
With bright smiles,
Outburst its golden rays,
To brighten those lives on stray.
The morning sun,
Extract the moisture out,
Making morning dews on leaves,
Evaporating them to fresh scent of air.
The scent of morning,
The scent of freshness,
The warmth from above,
The morning sunshine on me.
-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts
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