The rising sun seems to say:
What you saw so far was dream,
Ended has your night if grim,
See the red of my first ray,
The night and dream were your past,
With the spell of light I cast,
See if ‘now' can be stretched vast.
Future cometh dressed as now—
To sole moment you should bow,
Fill it up full to the brim,
O fritter it not somehow,
See my red, forget life's grey.
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The sun rises everyday; it has something to say; but do we care? This time however it is determined. And this piece repeats every rhyme three times to emphasise.
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Musings |01.02.18 |
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