My twenty four hours cover a day
Dividing into three parts offer working way,
I have breakfast, lunch and dinner
Mid-times are passed in snacks, praying, talking, meeting, walking
Then having slept one day I cover
Night passes,
If I am alive
Another day beckons me to start another morning.
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If I am alive Another day beckons me to start another morning. .. .. wonderful imaginary. Beautifully crafted.