A New Morning

A New Morning short poem

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A new morning
It has started sunning
A fresh day
Still on my bed lay
The bright sun is here to shine again
Today has its loss and gain
I want a new blessing
‘cos it’s a new morning
The stars have gone to bed
While the sun is out in red
It’s a new morning
We’ll all have a new diary.

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Savi Mani
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nice short poem, a new morning a new chapter each heart wants and look forward to…..as long as life is there hope is there……..nice poem ….

Laya Sarath
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Wow..wonderfully penned…Mornings are always hope ahead…:-) and they are blessings too..

Preeti
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We all need new and bright mornings everyday in our lives:)

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