Morning Whispers

Morning Whispers

Sunlight drifts through quiet skies,
Dreams still linger in half-closed eyes.
A gentle breeze hums songs untold,
Stirring memories, soft and bold.

Thoughts like rivers begin to flow,
From depths where only the soul can go.
Words emerge, effortless, true,
Carrying feelings, old yet new.

Every heartbeat whispers a rhyme,
Moments suspended, outside of time.
In this stillness, life feels near,
And the soul speaks, crystal clear.

GR kaviyoor 
23 09 2025
(Canada, Toronto)

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