As I reduce the volume of breathtaking music
Dying words touch my ears and soul
Like a soft breeze while walking up hill
So I scribble my thoughts, thoughts
As serene as the tortoise
Sleeping on my couch
Yeah, it’s a beautiful morning
Beautiful only because of the way I feel
Selfish I, I wish to share it with no one
This beautiful morning, except with
That book I left on my bed
Last night, when sleep betrayed my eyes
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