The sun rises when,
Shadows saunter to lengthen;
Sun never feels small.
Unmoved— rise or fall,
The sun shines tall above all,
It's shadow that crawls.
It's dawn, cries a fowl,
As if she called sun from miles,
The sun is all smiles.
By the upheaval
They cast on people,
Men and hen boast and bustle.
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Haikus | 01.01.2018 |
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