The sunlight struggled through the doors , when gave me a touch to jerk, But the source that penetrated me to wake was the indictive work. Breaking my yawn, attracted me to the window, a sound, It offered me a smile ,when a calm drizzle I found. The ...

The sunlight struggled through the doors , when gave me a touch to jerk, But the source that penetra...

A small poem depicting nature. For all nature lovers 
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