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The Winter Morning!
Ujjal Mandal, India
The winter morning sheds thick tears,
None but the sun comes to weep
Her tears out as a mother does when
The child cries.
Tuesday 10th November 2020 12:43 am
The Motherly Sun
The Motherly Sun
Ujjal Mandal, India
The morning weeps
All night.
When the white wind
Helps to flow her thick tears more,
The sun with motherly
Affection wipes her wet eyes out.
Saturday 31st October 2020 1:17 am
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