Mornning has broken A pleasant chill is spreading inthe air a new mornning IN The horizon the sun is rising The sky gets bluish with golden margins declaring for a comming new day The curtain is rising over a new day
At the balcony the flowers in the pots are moving with the light pleasant wind tHE CHILL MEETS THE SKIN and induses on it a filling of awakening
Cars rush to its way I pour the coffie into the mug add a swittener and milk and sipp with pleasure
"The temple iris"
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