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The stage is set
The audience fixed their eyes
fitted to the scene, to feed

Sun lit the early morning clouds
And It disappeared, gold appears
Spraying warmth fragrance
On dews of still sleeping leaves
To paint them dry awakening the greens
Yet it stood firmly up the skyline smiling

Sunlight lit on the greens,
It coat them with it green pigment
Chlorophyll, away the pale to fertility

And far deep into the horizon,
golden colourings arrayed the skywalk
 it shines
The sun the Painter, 
An artiste,
with a golden handle, 
with a golden brush.

Sunshine mixed the skyline
And rainbow appeared, 
beaming into Sevens
Orange gold, bubble blue
reddish blood, indigo deep,
Yellowish flakes, forested green,
 velvety.

Sun lit
And beneath;
I turned to listen to my own write-ups,
to feel how its strings inner my ear drums
And how it acts on the stage

On my Write-ups sunlight shimmering 
It plays the sound of a gong boom 
And like a drum
It beat talking back at me
And as it plays on the stage,

I smile , 
sunlight in my countenance, 
A stage scene
My write-ups dancing choreography

Into daylight dream am trapped, 
transported into oblivion
And all I see ;
black skins smeared with the sunlight,
counting native steps
I wave my right hand ,
my other holding the piece
Underneath the sunlight we filmed

The stage shone ;
Background scene lightning,
shadow imageries 
of dancing steps echoing
in choreography
 as the audience wore appraisals.

The beat goes on and on
And the dancers, 
they swave from west to east and swirls
North to south of the stage 
to show their style
they stamp thier feet
 on the earth stage, 
responding to beats they hear.
As the Sunbeam's skywalk steps on them, 
An inspiration to their inner soul.

I winkled my eyes
as the daylight dream fades
Still the sundrops makes them acrobatic, 
back and front they slide,
As their faces wore giggles,
They smile in ecstasies
The message sunlight shines

That the sun 
intunes their memories
Away the dims
As they taste it bite
Though like bees it stung
But sweet like honey it taste, 
As to warmth their skins it polishes

To glow no pale, 
Though brown it seems, 
They fail to frial
They tell no tale, 
Their mind it beams
 to fame foretell

like never before 
the audience
 to higher appraisals

And I awoke to light
 from my daydreams
As my daybreaks
The trumpet call of the cock's crow
And through the windows, 
The sunlight drops into my eyes
Like the touch of a warmly damsel
Rose up from my bed, 
picked up some yellow roses
from the balcony
Well packaged

Waiting for the post man 
An angelic beam
Gleaming wings
To hand it to the Sunlight
It is a seal between I and the sun
Till forever lives no more,
it will beam on my Write-ups .

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