The silent morning,
The sun is yet to rise,
Dew drops falling,
Right before my eyes.
The sky’s a morning gray,
The 31st of august,
Is the day.
The slight light,
Peeping out of the sky’s crevices,
Bright,
Warding off all menaces.
Waking up,
All rise with the sun,
Ready for some fun!
By: Sanjana Iyer
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