Serene Is The Morning
Sitting in the garden absorbing the sun
Listening to the music filling her ears
Birds chirping, insects buzzing preparing for the day
Her soul travelling
Her heart ablaze
Her face aglow
With unconditional love
Her thoughts of her beloved
Sitting in the morning sun
Smiling to herself
Writing her magical words
The odour of herbs tickling her nose
Her feline rubbing against her calves
Looking up at the beautiful blue sky
Thanking her Lord, 'how blessed am I! '
poem by Persian Khushi
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