The Morning

At the end of the night
morning comes with its bright.
Sun comes behind the hill,
like attractive to feel.
From trees slow wind blowing.
Looks beautiful the birds flying.
Light and darks it is the part,
the beauty draws in the heart.
Oh’ loving morning,
Gives pleasure with its shining.

By Manash Ranjan Nanda

golden sunrise over misty trees

“The Morning” Artwork by the author

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