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Happy Morn
7 February, 2009
Author: TriTran

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Church bells chime, birds sings...
Morning's here; strollers,
Hasty their feet to see sunrise.

'Good morning to you,'
Says the old man on the bike
As he pedals his way to work.

Cyan joy smears the gray skies,
Mother bees hurry to see the change of hue,
Waking their offspring to glide with them.

Daylight, a bright fire,
Dancing on celestial sea.
Crimson moon, a shy princess, lost in time.

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