I wake up late, miss college.
There is this smell I love , the one I long for.
I notice something different about the air , it is calm.
The curtains look different, they are a tinge I know ,
Even the shadows cast around the room.
But it can't be, it is way too early.
I walk across the room to the curtains , brush them aside.
There it is everywhere, glistening on tiny leaves, on the edge of the grills,
Everything seems as if someone has cast a darker tone to every object around you.
I close my eyes and smile.
For I feel blessed.
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