Hymns to Autmn Morning

"Hymns to Autumn Morning..."

(The spontaneous overflow of powerful feeling of my procrastination...) 

Today,
I don't wish to make my bed...
Who really wants to do that??
Let the morning burns slow...
The enthusiasm gets low...
It's cold dawn January sunlit,
Alas! My enery seems so misfit...
Let me wait till the last drop of golden leaf,
Let me don the overcoat of my hibernation...
Let me wait till the mist melt in air...
Let me wait till the blossom breeze so fair...

- Sneha 🍁

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