Earling morn when all but birds are asleep;
Unending sound from the building skyscrapers and traffic hum has ceased to be.
This peace and tranquility is but an illusion;
A blip of time that passes away swiftly.
Yet it gives the mind the rest it needs from the thoughts-
On the doings of people that churn in circles all day;
Molding behavior and actions in a remorseful tragedy.
This morning tranquility is unadulterated;
It is the little rest when creativity can unfold from the tatters of mediocrity.
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