The Morning Sun
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The morning sun goes up
With pain loaded in its core
It is old and senile and cold
May fall on to the hard floor
The morning sun has now
A broken heart without love
It spills tears of fire when it
Feels sad and weeps above
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