Morning sun
The branches of the tree, and a bird,
On one of it
Is sitting, and singing a song!
Then suddenly, I see branches of the tree
Trembling,
She flew away, somewhere, disappear,
I lying on my bed, watching
The picture changing, as day go by
I am grasping, trying, but
All come to only one thing,
I am watching the day passing by!
And again, the morning sun, is
Painting a picture, on my wall
That is all?
That is all!
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