There is perhaps not much in this poem, it came when, one morning, not so many days ago, I was sitting in my drawing room, actually following the TV show (Ellens to be exact). Suddenly the sunray from the rising sun stroked, setting the trees and bushes on fire. My attention turned on the spot towards this event, and I could see the happy birds twitter in the bush, whether it was the sun or it was my Mother in Laws contribution to their daily meal I do not know.
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There is perhaps not much in this poem, it came when, one morning, not so many days ago, I was sitting in my drawing room, actually following the TV show (Ellens to be exact). Suddenly the sunray from the rising sun stroked, setting the trees and bushes on fire. My attention turned on the spot towards this event, and I could see the happy birds twitter in the bush, whether it was the sun or it was my Mother in Laws contribution to their daily meal I do not know.
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