A bicker with Morning : A story poem

Morning peeped inthrough my windowand offereda cup of hazy sunshine,admixed with li’l dropletsof dense grainy mist,and a sweet aromaof crispy dewy leaves.Trying to give ita warm hug,I spread my arms wide.But alas!I was greetedby hot and pitiless sunrays.And I was yet again deceivedby the notoriously romanticwee hours.~©Jashaswini_Mishra

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