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Morning
MORNING
See morning as she emerges
from the east,
Setting the horizon on fire with
her red cloak,
The dark night fading away in
the west,
Fleeing from her rosy blaze…
Listen as the birds honour her
with sweet voices,
While the flightless sound the
trumpet to wake the half-dead,
She whispers, her gentle breath
making the morning breeze,
Dreamers wakeup to dream
again.
Smell her unscented fragrance
as she passes by
Rare a scent so pure;
Need not be blended,
Nevertheless chimneys dilute.
At her touch everything comes
alive,
Flowers smile,
Frost lifts,
A new day breaks.
She blesses her children with all
hope,
One more chance to change,
Another chance to love,
Another day to live.
She grows sweeter by the days,
For he knows his days are
numbered,
He smiles on his last day,
For he understands, heaven is
morning
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