I’ve always liked sunrises more than sunsets.
As the sun sets, it makes the heart dip in nostalgic waters.
The moon makes me long for the sun, anxiously waiting for it to rise again.
A new day brings new hope like powdered gold showered everywhere.
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Please avoid plagiarism ...this poem is again been copied by : Urvi Karani Rise and above
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