The Morning Sun

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Under the forest reserve
Dry leaves falling
Cricket singing
Then the leaves start shaking
I started feeling cold
Now the wind is blowing

Cold and lonely I was
there she comes
Bringing me warmness
Cold all vanishes
I’m talking about the sun

© Chris Ekong

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