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I.
Mist rolls in, like tinges of a dream
Once had as forever yawned
Watch how the world unfurls unseen
II.
Still dozy from sleep, all movements serene
Time held at bay, its passage enthralled
Mist rolls in, like tinges of a dream
III.
Daybreak painting the hills with a golden gleam
That rolling canvas lies supine and sprawled
Watch how the world unfurls unseen
IV.
No squawking alarms nor need for caffeine
Admonishments for lethargy go uncalled
Mist rolls in, like tinges of a dream
V.
How does the sublime seem so routine
The graceful nonchalance stirs one to applaud
Watch how the world unfurls unseen
VI.
Baring its secrets to seekers keen
Peace's realization finally dawned
Mist rolls in, like tinges of a dream
Watch how the world unfurls unseen

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