Cooing
cuckoo calls
It’s
dawn indeed for all
No
more sleep now
See
thro’ the window
How
nice it’s … !
With
the golden locks
And
red-hued spots
Is’t
a magic carpet?
Oh,
ye march in the sky
When
breeze makes Her way
The
whiff of past in air
Uf!
No more sleep now
Ye
‘re a furnace
To
singe our hearts
Brain
can’t move fast
Body
cries feeling thy wrath
Why
ye spit flames so hot?
When
Prometheus is not here
To
champion a cause
No
more sleep now
When
will ye hear us?
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