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The morn light didn't wake her up
Yet time perhaps drove her sharp,
She opened the casement to greet the day
And it was all cloudy and she missed the warmth of sun ray.

To begin the day, she thought to sketch
A landscape of spring perhaps,
To leave some impression on a piece of paper
Of the art that The Artist left on the canvas of nature.

And she drew a piece of petal of an unknown flower
That whispered in her ear of some untold song of sudden shower
In evening, that drenched its heart and honey was born
The night sailed like a delightful dream till morn.

The hand went on and some unmindful strokes
Floating smiles of unknowns on paper broke,
But suddenly it was dark all around
Heavy wind gushed in and whipping rain covered surround.

Startled she wanted to smell the rain
But lightning and storm hindered in vain,
And ruthless sound of clouds got her self to disappear
Helpless she wanted to cling to something peer.

The night of discord unlike day of accord
Crawls slowly, she thought, a better claim perhaps she couldn't afford,
River of thoughts she sailed in boat of hope alone
That drove past night finally into the sunlit morn.

Almost fallen, the heart being broken, torn petals of flower
On road, that accompanied her other day but the chilly shower
Ruined tiny dreams leaving behind the sorrowful shade
Of taste of nothingness on the journey ahead.