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The Warmness
Full moon perches the cloud at dawn
Painting the ashy sky and beyond
A soft breeze rolls the curtain slowly
Converts the morning scene artfully
I love to admire the dawn’s smiling
From the warm bed in fresh morning
But the daily work is waiting for me
The alarm clock rings its boring duty
Drag my legs out of the warmness
The modest life besieged by distress
Why Man has to look for food daily?
Why Man can’t allow the hollow belly?
The breeze sweeps the cloud away
The alarm times me without delay
This sequence seems to be infinitely
Bed’s leaving is one of life’s enemies
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Xaysouvanh Phengphong
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