As the rising sun paints the sky in hues of gold, The temple bells ring with a melody ancient and bold. The music of life plays on the radio, A symphony of hope, where dreams grow. The birds chirp in harmony, a sweet serenade, Welcoming the new day, a journey to be made. In the stillness of the morning air, Love and beauty dance without a care. The sun rises, a beacon of light, Banishing the darkness of the night. With each new dawn, a promise is unfurled, Of endless possibilities in the world. So let the sun rise, let the music play, For in the morning light, we find our way.
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A small description of the beauty of Morning and it's peaceful atmosphere and view 🧡✨
A photo clicked by me from our terrace ~
(Subah 6/6.30 ko liya tha school jane keliye oothi thi tb dekha tha...Something 2 months ago)
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