Morning
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: Morning:
The Moon is leaning on the western line,
drop by drop the falling of stars
In the fast fading night,
The chaotic cooing of the birds in the
Somnolent air after long- armed dark,
breaks the Slow-growing clouds on their
goalless march.
The sky infinite hangs over the dreaming earth,
to burst the buds eager to flow.
Empty sky and empty sunshine with music full of emptiness.
The morning breaks as night evaporates.
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