The morning rain that veils the sun
The drenched boulevard
The clamor of a busy metropolis
The scenery that composes a day
Arrived in this four cornered room
Hailed by friends with a cheerful souls
As moments passes by
The psyche was enchanted
Given with wings that it could fly
Queen size bed in an air-conditioned room
Big soft pillows and a thick blanket
Those heavy eyelids
That educes this hopeless poet
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