The second attempt

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I wake up as the morning light gently caresses my cheeks,
and I blush in the sanguine sweetness of its beguiling embrace.
I open my eyes to behold the vivid light in its proud glory,
And fill my mind with score memories of the life that has been,
And with pert awe for the life that will soon be.
Sitting on the balcony I look at the spry world outside,
The symphonic morning drizzle falling soft on my toes.
I gaily see the now familiar faces through the azure drops,
The cup of tea in my hand a sign of completeness.

Betimes life can be a little hazy, a little less beckoning,
But just beyond the foggy veil, lies its ceaseless verdure.
The revered words of the wise men remind of our duty to be happy,
But what is life without the awing trials and the delightful seven.
A gush of wind brings me back from the vise of such myriad thoughts,
And I smile, for yet again, I am seduced by the esotericism of life.
The wet air around me stirs a little and I quiver in its sensuous touch,
I can’t hear the message in the air or draw the cue in its touch,
Only, there is a feeling that something wonderful is happening.

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