• sutputra_radheye 23w

    the dawn drips
    down my roof
    drop by drop
    as the first
    ray of sun
    locks his lips
    with the earth
    the dew
    slides playfully
    on my windowpane
    the cuckoo
    sings the ballad
    in the background
    and the smell of
    invigorating tea
    jumping on the
    hot alumnium pan
    wishes you
    'Good Morning '