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The quietitude the moist air filled with the smell of rain
soaked dust

Its the pre dawn Tilonian rise up call the jay bird tweeting

The stars are sailing home to nether where

Its always Hope that always reflects the day about to
unravel

Not quie day break and the sun just brushing the teeth

A teetoatler starts the ascent in the southern part of the
H sphere

Some of the stars are still waiting for the justly deserved
dessert for Night watching Mother Eearth

The poetry is not what it declares not barefoot not on the
streets

Kaliedoscope travellers in Highways of the Mind will endorse

That Free as the Mind as the Sky as Vast as the Desert

Free Poetry looks upside down inside out hurtling down
the streets in the Milky Way

And sing the Inner City Blues with the Doer and the Thinker

The first ochre gold rays fall on Mother Earth as the goats
start greeting it nonchalantly dismissing the spectacle

The rays are getting more Pervading the earth waking up
and the women starting their trek for fetching theElixir of
life

Another day begins the countdown over the sun is waiting

Waiting for earth signals to start theproceedings

The Daily Spectacle waits for the flow of events to be
unravelled

The Ochre turns to Yellow and now Red only to Announce

It is 5:15 Tilonia Standard Time

Greetings from Tiloniasphere to Troposphere