The sun
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The sun! Mm, where do I start from? Rises like a gentle spring in the east So gentle a flow down the sea in the west. Illumination; many a dream realized amidst As it fades out, birds fly back to their nests. Gold at dawn and dusk And silver in between Even when clouds form a husk Her light can still be seen. Some beings sleep to crickets' chirps In the dead of night But never wake to the dawn chorus of birds To see the mild early morning lights. People live and die, seasons come and pass by But it always same old sun in same old sky. Reason enough to call her the "never aging sun" Though regularity won her the "ever raging sun". What should I show an attitude Similar to those of the sleepy ones for When she's always up there to lift me up. In every of my quietude, I wonder what's wrong with heaping once more Gratitude on whoever he was that lit you up.
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