Morning ( poem )

I love this morning and the due so cold and fresh so crystal pure The drops - the diamonds on the grass I'll touch the leaves ,take some for us These sparkling gemstones two carats Or maybe these are tears of moon which didn't want to leave it also loves the morning's tune these singing birds and waving fields that've just woke up after a dream But if this morning is a child Who starts his new short life This wind - his breath So free and wild And his first cry - tears on the grass I'll go and meet this new born day I'll greet him with the song Through open fields it'll make it's way Up to the sky and sun
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