I woke up with a breeze knocking at my window,
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I woke up to the sun, sending a ray of gold aglow,
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My feet crawled to the open arms of the clouds,
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Where the morning stood smiling, with chirping bird sounds,
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A breeze came along yet again to brush my hair,
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While the rose perched proudly, upon the stem of a leafy pair,
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A life this beautiful should not hold you back,
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but coax you to take a step ahead,
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and finally unhook fate’s rigid backpack,
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Life is about feathery white clouds,
Life is about earth’s scented mounds,
Life is about shining dew drops,
Life is about swathes of smiling golden crops.
Eshani Sathe is a student, a Kathak dancer, a blogger and celebrates her passionate connect with life by writing endlessly, tirelessly on http://www.myshortstories-eshani.blogspot.in/