Don’t leave me alone,
Come on, come on, I need your heating,
In the hot summers
You come too early not pleasant at all,
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Another delightful poem. Anthropomorphizing the sun and lamenting seasonal variances
The winter morning sun is perfectly warm and soothing. The poem presents the atmosphere meticulously when the office goers are waiting for the fog to lift by a bright sunlight. The way in which the poet has questioned the intentions of the sun is amazing: The fog is dense, visibility is low, Why you are lazy like a man too old,
Marvellous depiction with excellent phraseology. Amusing one......10