A leap to the new

Of the morning skies,

Showers the sanctuary of new
A start so fresh yet deplored
Memories await to be buried.

Of the chirping birds,
A song of hope and smiles;
A start over was deluged,
Failures await to be locked away.

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Of the brewing coffee,
A reminder to foster the hard work;
Reaped will be my efforts but before that,
Wounds await to be treated.

Of the winds that embrace,
Iridescent is the path I walk;
My luck turns me into a lodestone,
Future awaiting to gloriously shine.

Brunda Rajesh

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