It's early morning and time for tea,
As I walk to my kitchen I look back and see,
The view from my east facing balcony,
There is the 'red' Sun looking at me.
It stands above the mesh of buildings
The concrete jungle of bricks and wall,
For now I'm with the 'orange' Sun,
But soon I'll be a busy lost soul.
It rises, spreads, brightens, touches...
Its blazing now and getting sore,
The 'yellow' Sun goes out of my reach
And I can't look at it any more.
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