The stroll of sound serenity;
the stare of stiff sanity.
A morning with an attitude;
only the cock crow- interlude.
Calm repeats the same chorus;
peace that can never be porous.
Heavy but gentle clouds;
a times nature can be proud.
The fall of gentle dew...
cold continues to brew.
Light returns in silence;
this composure is of essence.
The parade of profound peace;
a weather that insists to please.
The cock crows again...
the morning's only stain.
Breeze like a celestial hymn;
beauty bounces to the rhythm.
A picture plagued by perfection;
a perfection without an infection.
By Mc Shapiro
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