Just when we wake up
Hear the songs of early birds
The whistling of the morning breeze
Just when we see that colourful east horizon
It’s the rising sun
A new day is born
The new moment of hope
Just when we wait
To experience pleasure
With lament in oblivion
Then change is at hand
The beginning bears the end
All that we waited for we got
The brilliance
The heat
&
The sunstroke
And this the sundown
The dusk
Indeed
The sun rises to rest
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