The
morning sun
The
bright light passing
Reflection
on the glass windows
Capturing
the eyes
The
thoughts of the day
Slowly
it brings up into space
The
web of shadows
The
smile on the face
The
sun shifting rays
It
never stays in one place
As
time shifting away
So
will the sun
But
the morning break can wait
The
sun brightly waving lines
It
calls out in silent whisper
The
smile says it all in return
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