I Listen

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As the sun creeps over the horizon

and the light spreads over the ocean

casting shadows on the sand

sliding up to greet the land

bringing its rays out proud

coloring the sky through the clouds

Not suited for the naked eyes

but its wonder is a nobel prize

brightening up your style

whitening up your smile

bathing your skin to a glisten

singing to the morning, I listen

 

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