Did you feel the breeze when it was five in the morning?
Sitting alongside the window,
Before the exhausting rush of the day,
After the silence of the hours of darkness,
The smiling line of the orange beam,
Peeking through the horizon distantly,
The sensations it evokes,
Before the commencement of the day,
Can you describe the heavenly trail?
Did you feel the breeze when it was five in the morning?
After prolonged nights of rigorous strain,
Attempting to find a pinch of rest,
Blowing gently in its way,
The serenity it offers,
After the painfull and exhausting obscurity ,
Can you affirm you sensed serenity?
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