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the sound of the sun
the sound of the sun
lying in bed
he hears the sun rise
forest full of trees
trees full of birds
birds full of song
he rises, feels for his cane
shuffles his way outside
to the warmth of the sun
and orchestra of birds
turns towards the rays
that he cannot see
opens his ear lids and
smiles at the morning
Monday 28th September 2020 10:14 pm
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