It is an exquisite morning,
The sky is immensely blue,
And I feel the soft gentle breeze
Blow softly across my uplifted face,
With a little zest and sparkle of coolness.
The vivid-blue sky is like an arch of turquoise,
White silvery clouds glide imperceptibly across,
Rearranging and changing their shapes continuously.
Glittering, shimmering, jewel-like in the golden sunshine.
It is a glorious dream of enchantment, a pure vision of delight.

© Miriam Jacob


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