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.×××
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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Echoes of the soul
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