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        Morning comes, not caring nor wondering

if one feels the urge to live

but you've failed to die last night

and happily brush away your blanket.



Are there birds singing? You wonder

what it could be they are singing about

but soon decide this is the hour

where you face the day and count your blessing.



But wait, today is different.

It's just one more step toward the eternity

and one more step away from your trespasses.

You can't drink the same cup of tea again

and you surely cannot stop the life from living.



Morning comes, not wishing

that today should be a trial.