IT IS THE SOUND OF THE GROUND BENEATH MY FEET,
THE PROMISE OF THE BIRDS THAT FLY PAST THE SKY,
THE SETTLING DUST OF THE PAST STRUGGLES,
THE WAY THE DAY STARTS,
WITH A BEAUTIFUL SMILE STRETCHING MILES BEYOND THE HORIZON,
AND ENDS,
WITH A HALOW THAT SWALLOS SORROWS WROUGHT BY THE TOILINGS,
AND PROMISES A BETTER TOMORROW.
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