the birdsongs were beautiful in the morning.. myriad tunes that made me want to break out in a dance.. early mornings are a special blessing to mankind.. a strange serenity as if the universe wants to hear our heart in hushed rapture.. nature holding out her hand to break out in an impromptu dance of pure exhilaration.. amidst divine music singing wondrous lyrics of life.. the sun has yet to come up.. everyday the mundane steps in.. crowds around.. like a flash mob.. and we get stricken into traumatic fear.. is that how one should lead their life.. the sun is up real bright.. its orange steps strangely hidden by some dark clouds.. only visible now as a brilliant orb of fire.. in all our definitions we forget to hold on to the essence of anything.. accepting facets is a part of the admiration of the whole..
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