In morning’s light, the road unfolds,
A ribbon kissed by dawn's embrace,
Its path, a tale that softly holds
The promise of the day’s first grace.
The sun, a painter in the sky,
Casts golden hues on every turn,
And whispers to the world nearby,
Of dreams to chase and lessons learn.
The road, though worn, still beckons bright,
With every step, a chance to roam,
Through morning’s calm, in soft, pure light,
It leads us to a new-found home.
And as the daylight starts to sink,
It whispers secrets meant for me.
The road is more than just a way,
It’s where the soul and spirit meet,
Each morning brings a fresh bouquet
Of journeys with a heartbeat’s beat.
With every bend and gentle rise,
The road and dawn together blend,
In morning’s light, the heart complies,
To seek, to find, to journey’s end.
©twisha ray
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