The sky over the mountain
The morning haze of dusty mists
Covering the mountain shapes
Welcoming to the day of hot sun
It seems like dark clouds floating
Watching it from the window
The drizzling short rain for the fleeting moments
It makes no difference to the hot weather
The dusty mists for the eyes
The open burning maybe from neighbouring country
She never fails to pen her marks in the sky
She never brings good cheers but complaints
The hard days will knock us
The sickly people will curse silently
Causing some difficulty in breathing
Because of the polluted air circulating
The morning haze of dusty mists
It never brings good sight to the eyes
The choking air for the sickly people
Omicron is choking us we don't need the side-kick
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